Did you ever have one of those days? This is a day like any other day. You are free to wake up and shave. Soapy hands fumbling on porcelain. Hot, good coffee and a good, good book. Bicycle! Bicycle! Breathing easier now. Tear the roof off your day. No ones' coming over. It aint written so don't try to read it. Smell the hot rain on the street. Could be love. Could be alcohol. Cup my hands around your face. A litte frame. A lot of pain. I can tell the tears from the rain. One tastes sweet, the other plain. And who am I to think I could hang such a precious life on a clever line? You're in all the books i read. A hundred pages out of reach. And so I throw myself...Hit the street. It'll take some time to learn the lesson of the fall and begin another climb.