three words
here I go again...
the moon is not so full
but the night air
is cool and sweet
like I remember it
one hand on the wheel
tied to the fight
the other sailing
on the night wind
like a bird's wing
freed for the flight
if I weren't on the lam way back when
would you have loved me like you did back then?
my life's a funny thing
--it seems the moment I sit down to enjoy the ride
the wheels just stop goin' 'round because my lover can't afford the drive
Landi Cruz
Mon 17th Mar 2025 00:29
speaking of personal musings...
someone asked me recently if there were anything about which I was passionate. Sensing a catch, I answered, "my autonomy".
Maybe I should learn to let my guard down sometimes.
Then again, maybe not )