A quiet day. For once I can see the noon sun stream in from between the window blinds.
Fresh white. On the floor. On the walls.
It glows.
Soul beats. Jazz hop. Blues.
Float around me softly sliding between measures. Some with words. Others none.
Free, the underlying pulse keeps me movin
How far will I go
I ask
I dream
I wonder
But this bullet train is unstoppable.
