"I will not go, prefer a feast of friends to the giant family"
Jim Morrison, 1969
Who clearly had a great time
And couldnt think of whats next,
Goes lookin for a rime
That will speak for the text.
Whatever has been tough
Will faint like a poppin bubble.
Who forgets that is rough:
Good times follow trouble.
Time to eat, to breathe, to beat,
Time to learn, to laugh, to walk.
But he's longing for that heat,
Appearing when they talk.
Appealing is their stay,
The ones who share their way.
