The 41 Train Blues

It’s a shame that welcome is now aways on the way out

How did life change?

Sunglass tripping

Tart blues on a summer night

Taken back

Memories faded

On the 41 train

Wild thoughts

Cocoon slipping

Butterfly flying

To a poetic rhythm

In life

Can’t stop saying it’s crazy right

On to new heights

The light shines bright

End of the tunnel wishing

It’s a blissful kind of life

I’ve become a different kind of guy

For the better I don’t know

But that’s what I tell myself

Sitting on a Sunday night

Thinking of some Sunday nights

I wish she was my Monday night

Peaceful evening oh that’s right

Sole street on my own journey

Will you understand me?

Did we even plan this?

Kwamesayss

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