Extended Layover

Walking in the sun of chicago

Dreaming of the moon in seattle’s springtime

Friends say that LA is a ball and never really snows

Where do I go?

Lying on top of a small hill

You learn of the different ways the grass grows

You learn that the practice of learning never really slows

What do i know

August looks smaller and farther

Weather is mild but people still complain

It’s just their tongues that are cold it’s just their eyes that rain

Rain