1700 credits maybe monthly

and a cheap candy gluing my dry mouth

it’s barely enough for patched walls in anywhere you thought your dreams 

may have become true

All my friends all around, now one lonely and hungry connected through a wire

words are never stopping like waterfalls

for at least those come without a red end

when all the world we once thought open is in the eyes of someone who may or come not

Another with a kid on the way in an house far away

you need more than a summer of bikes to commute 

love was once and then became a must

But there’s plenty in her heart for all to see

and if any dream ever was there, she reversed to the one she had when she was a baby

Aren’t these the ones we shall never forget?

and the fantastic tale of a painter in his cold room in a dark and bubbling place in europe

should be the reality against all lack of anything to lose