City Light Thief
golden roots
you
make
me
wanna
make
my
home
here! what thoughtless spirit led to a compulsive confession like that? and what a shame, but i can not be considerate. through the branches and trees, over sticks and stones and golden roots among the wolves, raging along. it's the comfort of being free not to decide at all i
wanna
be
your
second
spring,
dear. but is my fi rst yet over. am i high, low or lower? and as upright as a liar can be this is how honest i am. we will always be the vagrant. no rest, no plan, no constant. just one way to make this work, just one way through the woods.