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
The French Chronicles 