radiant colors thickly pouring onto the empty street
ideas so beautiful and warm wetting my feet
sunny side of brick buildings making its way
heads turn and the new season blasting an end today
the old bus station’s full and dirty windows pass by
worn out collar to the sharp breeze as electric memories hasten a sigh
a big cup of coffee, a table, and the puddles of afternoon rain
thoughts from a crazy cave washing over my soul a melodic refrain
lost love and islands of despair residing in frayed telephone lines
remembering that day, the moment of golden much desired wine
books on a shelf and the window breaks a vision of darker clouds
heart beats so faint drowned out by angry crowds
oh that time when all that is halts and spins
tears now stumble and vault to my chin
a prisoner of old thoughts meant to only hurt
my reflection shows me the same old shirt
going on down the lane when the drops slowly leave
a growing reality of a time that decieved