When in need
I almost leave
My heart's in the poorest place
But leaves breeze by
Went away with flying feelings
Re-entering my greed
Settle less for a nettle in the shade
Keeps the tamarind colored faces
In saffron streets
I'm trading love for a hopeless deal
Keep my heart
from leaving
Just to understand
It is just the rock
That keeps my veins and arteries
Alive
When I'm bleeding
My hearts remembers
Memories keep people alive
"The battered suitcases lay on the sidewalk again, we had longer ways to go. But, no matter the road is life"-Jack Kerouac