When I see days' running behind the scenes
i feel like pee wees playhouse. like a panic attack again
like fond memories of youngship
that's: young friendship.
Golden boyhood fleece... jason's envy.
its riding your bike to the busy streets
bunny hops, chipped teeth,
and smiling at the sun like no one cared that it was giving my bare gums cancer.
Its bare branches scraping against your window, though only @ midnight.
its sometimes sitting in, raining on a hot day.
sometimes its running through the rain sprinkles and between them.
sometimes its burying your hamster in a pauper's grave.
sometimes its like throwing a one man party
under true pretenses.
but mostly its Oh Dae Su.
(one day at a time)
