I had a dream
I was a writer,
I stumbled outside
I had been offline
I didn’t recognize the world …
The masks
We couldn’t wash our hands
The water
Wasn’t clean
I washed them in the rain…I was driving fast
Hustling…
My brother was sick
He couldn’t take the pain
And I felt the pain too
He hung himself from a bridge
And
She said it’s crazy love
It’s not a gateway love
But there’s mushrooms in her cup
And a needle on the night stand
Is it the poverty or is it the cancer killing me?
I wish that I was doing better
I wish that I was doing better
I wish that we were doing better ….
It’s not a gateway love
But it’s never gonna be enough
It’s raining
And
He had tears in his eyes
Tired from the pain
The train almost got my car
And when it passed
He was hanging from the sky
It’s not a gateway
But It’s never gonna be enough….
Regarding Samuel 