Days of Young and Free

On Tuesday the river leaves itself

and decides to become a road

In my car I paddle down the alleys

The sound of the raindrops

drown out much of my thoughts

Far and close

Like waterfall

It falls

falls

falls

falls

It falls on my rearview window

falls on times of old

You are in a sunny place now

With an ice cream in your hands

Motorcyclers lift their feet

So that they do not get dragged

to the bottom of things