It’s a Foxtrot you see-
Aku cinta kamu, Mother.
I’m listening now - to the water, to the wind.
Freedom is fleeting here.
Dogma ditch, and then there’s a pitch.
Stop, don’t swing.
Saying no is not the end.
Fear quitting and the spitting that rebounds; there’s nothing but you and your authenticity.
That’s not the mole on your face but the scar in your soul.
It’s not the size rooster you have but the guts in your veins.
It’s a Whiskey-whirl, no?
Simultaneously here nor there, nothing is as it seems.
Negation rules, it’s a bats life- so fleeting so fresh so flesh and then, wait.
The sun rises again.
ENJOYED TALKING 2 U = MUST QRT FER DINNER NW