If you give me just a minute of your time,
I could tell you stories about my life.
Could you give me just a minute to get it off my chest,
Something's on my mind that I can't ever seem to address.
It's that time of year again where I have to act elated and pretend.
Though I don't feel like celebrating with this recollection in my head.

Its been 4 years since I have been on this site many new changes both here and in life.

I own my own home a rental duplex at that. I got a new job with good pay and a union. I have been to the ER a few times for health problems but I wont sing the blues I'm still here.

Covid-19 breaks the US and world great depression 2021 is just around the corner.

I'm at the tail end of my 20's 30 is coming up fast so many things I have done. Yet so many more that may never happen will see about that.

HERE is for more tomorrow than yesterdays more bright sky's than rainy days  more pace and harmony for all humanity!!!!

Hey girl, take off the mask,
I want to see your face.
I want to see your smile,
I want to see your grace.

Take off those plastic gloves,
I want to touch your hands.
I want to feel your skin,
I want to feel it again.

They tell us what to do,
They tell us how to live.
They want us to obey,
they don't want us to be free.

But life is short, my dear,
much shorter than we think.
So please don't look away,
don't run away from me.

For life is short, my love,
much shorter than we think.
Tell me, are we born to be free,
or we're born to live in fear?

You've changed since the last time I saw you,
I can see it in your eyes.
Has anyone lately reminded you
how beautiful you are?

So please, take off the mask,
I want to see your face.
I want to see your smile,
I want to see your grace.

Take off those plastic gloves,
I want to touch your hands.
I want to feel your skin,
I want to feel it - again.

My baby passed away
And now I'm feeling blue
My baby passed away
And now I'm feeling blue
I thought she'd be my baby, but she has
Other plans

She hopped aboard a train
And now she's riding West
She hopped aboard a train
And now she's riding West
She said don't do it
Don't buy a ticket

My love's gone forever
Buried six feet deep
My love's gone forever
Six feet underneath
Oh, how she's the death of me
Way she says never

I wait on a little island
Marooned in the sea of traffic
The grey sky broadcasts sweet outcomes
To the farmer in me
But the lack of an umbrella
Makes my mind jittery
I'm vulnerable in my suit, tie and all
If the sky should burst open its floodgates
Where will I find shelter, with my laptop and phone?
Hurry Mr. Driver
Spur on that staff bus!

Amidst the September blues,
And cold aching wind
That lingers around your bones,
A hopefulness lives
Bright in your eyes,

Reminding you of the dreams you will meet, when you begin to feel alive.

Girlfriend left, again.
Car broke down.
Went outside,
Watched a cricket die.

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚜.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝟷𝟷:𝟻𝟶 𝙰𝙼 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎,
𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚖𝚎.

𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢,
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢.
𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜-𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚗𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜,
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝚃𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕,
𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎,
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎.

𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢,
𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢.
𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚢,
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢.

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚠,
𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 “𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕”, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠?
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑,
𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚠.

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜’ 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎,
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎,
𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜,
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚜.
𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜,
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜,
𝙸𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎.

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎,
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟸, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠.
𝙴𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚠,
𝚂𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠.
𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠.

𝙸 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎,
𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.
𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜,
𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎.

𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍,
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍.
𝙼𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝙸 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍,
𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍.

I remember the crackle of the leaves
Over the white roofs of the town
The shining galore sun
The tender odd touch
When the cold pressing wind pushed me much

The moist air clung to our faces
Warm and fragrant as the open mouth of a child
And we watched the crowd fade into the horizon
Moving at our own pace