i go catching trains
with a head of wonderous hair,
that curls & quivers & kinks,
clutching a big black hat
and avoiding eye-contact.
with a head of wonderous hair,
that curls & quivers & kinks,
clutching a big black hat
and avoiding eye-contact.
i go dancing 'round a chair
my best-friends all around me
in some magic ritual of
laughing & recklessness.
i suppose i miss this
being young, that is.