Goodbye crinkling pages cracked.
The sun that rises as I look at separate shadows.
Goodbye to you yellow grass and weeds.
Slow minors with the fickle crafts
And wheels of passion sealed with glue
Withered stares and timid glances
The dusty pictures and jugs of water
Those days of waiting and longing
With perfect combed hair and the girl of your dreams.
Goodbye days of long, dry, anticipation
When just one day those things will click
And the tide will finally rise
Last brisk race to red robin
Juicy steak burgers and sour dough bacon
The beefy crunch burrito
Complete with spicy fritos.
And whole milk with full flavor.
White was white and black was black
White was right and always went first
The advantage of pragmatic lifestyles
Go for the moon and enjoy your titles
The library for free rentals compared to pay places
The films you wanted to watch but never had the time
Or the friend who’s number you had but never called.
Just remember to approach that light with subtle tact.
Never attempt an approach behind the dragon’s back
Keep those daring thoughts close and the fleet of foot
Ones far away, never to see the slight of day but on
Those that have acute snowfall, windy patterns of flow
And eddys swirling the thought like dandruff on to gusty plains
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