Sometimes,

late at night,

on a night

such as this.

 

By myself,

all alone,

burning cigs

at my desk,

trying hard

just to think.

 

Before it ends,

before I’m over,

I mind trip back,

I beat the Sun,

I reminisce

on older days.

The wonderful

always,

older days.

 

I reminisce

on older days

and, it’s you.

No homo.