Caitlyn

Whoever owns the night, a wind hushed fog looms, makes you wonder why, he keeps a cheerful home, somewhere in the dunes, always on the go, forget the bitter times, all the cool untruths, bars, rain, gloom, homicide, living dreams without a phone, always glad to see you, this place that life postponed, the air splashing by, searching for a final coup, some waste all their lives, others touch the stones, kid themselves to look, what they had before, he whistles at freedom passing by, laughs and hums a tune, says it's stupid to lie, whatever else you do.