The sun is out
The DJ’s on
But the most profound
Is when it’s all gone
The sun is low
I’m striding home
Two long legs,
Abbey Road
The flats became
A hill where lame
Walk and creep
But not for these legs,
Long and splayed
“you walk so fast, is all pristine?”
thus I think, it’s not that deep,
But big words I do not need
To make this mother hear my speech.
“the sun is low
And I am cold.
It’s been since lunch
And I’d like to lay down”
It’s not that deep, I want to say
But instead we talk of the DJ
Before we part ways
A brush on the shoulder
Makes my old soul
Stop feeling older
“take care and good ‘morrow”
Echoes in the golden hour.
I look in deep
And see that I still have sorrow.
It has not a cure
But is surely cured.
A stranger sees
With no dubiety,
What I have hid
For the illusion of being free.
It’s not that deep,
Sometimes humanity
Supersedes me.
