I'm remembering to learn again.
How to remember.
I've only started now again and December is the only thing that rhymes.
So please bear with me.
As I squeeze and milk the last drops of thoughts wiithin this torrental inspiration.
I'm not mislead.
It's all good fun.
And I promise I won't lose myself.
Again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again.
Until I've reached Afgannistan.
It's culture and it's pride.
It's where I'll remember how to fly
And glide above the heads of the tallest men with Grandeons Moustaches-
Even above their hands shooting to the sky to grab me->Some to pull me down
And some to whisp with me to whenever timeless wings can take me.
