Fly Out
Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010Thoughts,
I want to leave you here
in a bag
So let me be in peace
and feel at ease
in nyc
Feelings,
You can go all out
in the open
So I can be
no one else but me
in nyc
On the plane
Off the plane
Only sunshine
and a little
early rain
Just for the grow
A must for the grow
of the worn out
old soul
Take off