Spin Spin room room
whirl you, talk you, smoke n swirl
Spiral cascade fall and
Fill in, the cracks we have left
What’s your name again?
I found a dame, a damaged soul
And what was left
We couldn’t contain
Watched it seep and spill and soak
It rattled us, and choked our throats
It was then someone smiled
and dully commented
That life was a dream
We agreed and
having “firmly” cemented “our beliefs”
we drank the red nectar to give us wings - again
…so much heavier from the rain this time….
But upon the town we hit and hurried,
Scurry scurry to catch the train,
And when we missed, remorse was scarce
Dining thoroughly upon adventure
the evening’s main course
Suppose we came to some sacred place,
hardly aware but the thrill and vibe
and music leapt from creak and corner
further instilling the dance in us
and the notion, the hope… that this feeling would never subside
****this isn’t about one night, its about a number of crazy nights in hostels and other places where the night cant contain the excitement, and with that, sometimes sad and horrible things happen, and sometime people choose to ignore and move on trying to remember the beauty of the night…. Its also in a way about the beautiful places in the world that give you that kind of energy…****
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