Song 91 – Simple

Love is simple.

You meet one; man or woman,

do some talking

on where you love coffee

and ride on a bike or

walk on the alley.

 

Wherever that goes;

the only thing that matters

is that you can’t love;

but love happens

and wind blows to no command

but to nature. So no pretence.

Song 90 – Writing on a dry day

My lines are filling

for nothing, and yet I think

this is gonna be read.

Who is out there

being amused

when a sad man is trying to lead?!

Roughly every day

I try to break into a smile,

make my pen to bleed!

But who is out there

being composed

when a mad man is trying to lead?!