bye zeu c
It slaps you in the best way
Good times for a change
Seaside air, as they say
Is a healer, when within range
Cobblestones I won’t revisit
Familiar faces through pint glass
Just feel and let it sit
All things must pass
Getting over the hubris
A tight grip around my neck
Does it get better than this?
Pinching myself just to check
Boy oh boy, isn’t it great
Riding high as a kite
The unforgiving clean slate
The decisive fight or flight