I dream of those solemnly yellow glows;
They illuminate the very wonders of autumn temperament
The rays give off a complexion of jazz notes, cold fall nights and an unfinished alcoholic toast
Chet Baker's ''Almost Blue'' plays in the background
While we're on our youth high horse
Funny how we experience escapism by leaving and keeping busy or staying by ourselves the most.
There's an apartment out there which is yet to be lived in and called my own
A street yet to be walked on and a bus I have yet to run for
There are lips which have yet to be kissed and kindness yet to be shared
Meals which have yet to be ventured and freshly washed socks mysteriously left to be unpaired
Alas, we wake up and sleep every day that comes my darling
Thinking that tomorrow is guaranteed and that hardships have been delayed, if not, shunned
When all we really want, for the most part, is for bliss and sorrow to be shared and not tackled alone
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