I went over the river and into the woods, where did I go?
Where a wood burning stream, flows up through the trees
Like the soul of the hottest kind of lover, I’ve ever seen
One who lives to choose another fool’s dream
into the woods – my morning jacket.
…the ones you like less, mean more to me.
(I don’t mind though, if you don’t)
As always, in a London tube; thinking of a photo I liked.
…something is missing though.