There is no such place as
The how the why the now
The pie the sky the scene the season the place
Where space and place make me weep
Not so deep
Just a lie, come on by, we’ll have a cry a laugh a dash and a half
Maybe some butter and drops or hop-scotch
Swim into the ocean be better than before long for more
Come upon shore and dance some more
I love you all.
varjak
