Sometimes when I'm walking. I dream I'm being taken for granted. It's then that I clearly imagine. The day that you take me for granted. . You said, one day you're going to realise.
Does it diminish your super capacity to love?. Does it diminish your super capacity to love?. . Walk like a matador, don't be chicken shit. And turn breezes into rivulets.
You're older, you're haunted, you're ahead of your time. In corners of acres of blocks of straight lines. Blurringly, hourly we cross some great divides.