I can not hold any more sunshine
then my eyes can carry
or hold more memories
then my hands
can leaf through
The future will not tell me
which street to turn down
If I should quicken or slow my step
Stop or run full out
I need a coffee that needs me back
a doughnut that does not protest its fate
as I taste it, nibble it, gobble it slowly
The wind off the sidewalk
sings to me songs of the street
The day moves through me
while on its way to dream
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