Fleashine, shoeshine, man of fifteen. Brings the house in with a smile. All twelve teeth tell myriad stories. One upon one and one. . The breath in his hand waving.
Bouncin' across the lake of ten years. Like a stone tossed from the burglar's hand. Holdin' my breath, then I'm sinkin'. Waves in circle like a memory slowly fade away, slowly fade.