making the wind
yawn at me from the right direction
has the effect of a full tank of gas
evidenced by the hop of each step
across the streets that I knew so well
reading this atmosphere in the feel of the mood
tasting the snapshot of a life with each breath
into the sky I see the steam of my life
soft little echoes of many dimensions of city
often I find myself in the area and walking
nice memory park might as well be its name
fire in the brain and heart will not stop this time
if it comes time to learn I am
ready to suffer and be as persistent as I can
easily conquered is not the kind of life I want