Brianna

Stuck in the cafe' lanes, you just don't know, what you have to pay, the same with John Doe, and other one time Beaus, which way it will go, just when you say, God give me a show, someone else turns up late, boy they break my bones, think that if I dance slow, they can take me home, forget finding a mate, winter rills are full of snow, tell them I have to skate, need lightness not groans, wine to sip not jersey Joes, have no need to atone, starting New Year's happy day, listening to the wind blow, laughter rises up again, shines my soul.