Memorial Day

Sitting here in a coffee shop,

all the voices telling me bullshit,

not sure what to think,

feel wiped out from the last two weeks of hits.

Then I hear the songs from the loudspeaker -

songs about NYC,

songs about Valentine,

songs about being loved on a Sunday.

And my spirit lifts to heavens,

levitates to new heights,

And I feel like an angel.

This is how it goes.

I feel down,

I feel uncertain,

jaded on another holiday;

then I hear the songs from the loudspeaker -

songs about NYC,

songs about Valentine,

songs about being loved on a Sunday.

I make up a dance,

a choreograph to match the mood

in this hood.

This is how it goes.

I think, "Who am I today?"

I care.

I love,

I receive.

Pour into me

all the love I need

to make up for the last 5 years.

I am more than a vessel,

fuck.

I hear the songs from the loudspeaker -

songs about NYC,

songs about Valentine,

songs about being loved on a Sunday.

I now feel free as a bird,

free to roam this world

with my beloved

as I am meant to do.

This is how it goes.