springtime

there's a little bit of springtime in the back of my mind remembers when there was a time when we danced and we laughed. spent some time drinking wine and some where in there is a little child without a thought, without a doubt that with every cloud, a silver line is worn. and everything is new and everything is clean and everything is free. and there were still so many things to see so many things so many things left to be one small drop in the middle of a big sea of high and mighty things your fascination grows larger than life your brand new appetite as though we'd invented it and we dance

Done