February Streets

February Streets, straight from the Year 13.

She and I skip along the February streets
We look like school children but
She is carnal on the inside and
I have a chaotic, innocent mind.
We have no money, we have no goals
She has something to patch her life - me.
I have nothing to speak of,
But right now I think I love you, or something.

How many days left?
How many days left?
How do I get into this euphoria?
How does one do the euphoria?
How do you get to euphoria
When living in a sealed box?

I don't want to use that name
I don't want to care about seven years ago
I don't think everything is right with now
If I said that I think this will all end someday
Then I am breaking the brotherhood, the unity
And I am not for real.

She and I walk through February corridors
We look like bookworms but
She is bookish for real and
I have a simple, learning by doing mind.
We have no future together, but she can be a
Star in her own academic world somewhere.
I have nothing to speak of,
But right now I think I love you, or something.

She has seen it all
I have not seen a thing
She didn't really bring me to you
And she can't get me away from you.

- September 24th, 2016


February 04th, 2004

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