Lonely winters which burned on my fireplace
Storms that burned blindly like Kafka's books
Settled for the homeless and calm fog that roamed upstate
My car flew by and the heartache got its come-uppance in adventure

Running within youth’s river
The water cold around my ankles
Laughter loitering in the air
My friends and I
Were fond of infinity
Our swimsuits were scented in it
Endless Days
Endless Nights
Endless Homework
Yet who could see
That youth’s river led to the senile sea