By the river’s edge
Where the salmon lept
By the deep ravine
You and I stepped
Away from the light
Into the steamy night
The sweet sound of birdsong
Echoed deep and long
We were travellers of a sort
Escaping what we could
Searching for a remnant
Of something once was good
We might be lost
But we are not alone
When I look in your eyes
I’m already home
So find somewhere dry
To lay down for some rest
A doorway a flyover bridge
Treat it like a bird’s nest
Buy a bottle to keep us warm
Tell a story sing a song
In and out of delirium
Until morning comes and we move on
We were young once we had dreams
They drifted off just like us
I’ve never stopped believing
This is just our reality
08/11/2022 Wednesday 595
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