Tuesday Morning ~ Everlast
En route the airport, a prodigal son. Words on a wall (in Woodstock) whisper:
you are always with me
All ways. Strobe light streaked, night as a witness. You&me. Threaten flight. Cash in the plastic. Make a new life. Routine rooted, we stayed. Grounded. Our dreams, in flight. Drove past departures. And back to the city.
Little too scared to ride the lightening…