I’m sitting outside,
and the breeze feels different,
so fresh and cooling.
My notebook to hand,
I scribble notes like secrets,
and they try to see.
It is lunchtime now,
and i get a bowl of soup,
and a little bread.
As complex as simple is.
I’m sitting outside,
and the breeze feels different,
so fresh and cooling.
My notebook to hand,
I scribble notes like secrets,
and they try to see.
It is lunchtime now,
and i get a bowl of soup,
and a little bread.