Raving mad....
all through the day
swaying in the gentle breeze.
Wishing the moon would come out
just for a while.
Blurry pictures in the ashtray.
Wandering thoughts on the streets....
dancing soul drunk near the cafe
as the sun shyly opens its eyes.
All I have to do is run home.
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