while my stereo plays
c’mon man
let’s hit the streets
& see what kind of action
awaits us
now that the clocks
are ticking differently
we can change things up
and become someone
we are not
by day or by night
what lights up the sky
is one in the same
running or hiding on any
given hour
loving to be chased
dying to be shot at
march two thousand twenty-one
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John I absolutely adore how you write these pieces. The depth in them is, I believe, possibly overlooked.
thank you very much tara ~ for visiting & leaving such a lovely comment xo
I love your work.