Big man standing behind an open door. Said, "leave your lady on the cement floor.". . "Got some kicks, wanna take ride?". I said, "Yeh,...". "Take your pick, leave yourself behind.".
All the photographs were peeling. And colors turned to gray, he stayed. in his room with memories for days, he faced. an undertow of futures laid to waste, embraced.
Be it no concern, point of no return. Go forward in reverse. This I will recall. Everytime I fall. . I'm free. Setting forth in the universe. Oh I'm free.