By Arcassin Burnham

I unwrap the package to see whats in store
For me in this little future,
Your Retro,  your mellow,  your chill,
You deal with whatever should suit ya,
Forget politics and the real facts of life
There's no other way you could live,
When there's peace then there's love,
And the sweet taste on moonshine and
No more of the lethal kills,

I just think

you should stay a while

don't leave me blink

nothing precious than the laughter of a child

flame.