and listen to the songs
of love and loss
on picnic radios
and dream of slipping
through the ticket office
after dark
in search of telephones
and discotheques
and chinese restaurants,
a world where games of football
can be won
and lost,
where roads run to the ocean
and the ocean runs
forever.
they will understand in time.
sit still for long enough
and everything will come to you.
maybe, just maybe
everything will come.
