For some years I’ve been on thoughts,
I can’t remember a lick of what I wrote
But I remember the people.
There sits a picture on my nightstand
Of the people I knew once:
DS, Scotslad, Pauligan, Roe, Wayne,
The wonderful people of thoughts.
How long and short ago it was.
With pipe in mouth I ponder the paths we all have taken.
Some better, some worse, some very far away,
Nearly 13 years it’s been, I was a boy pretending to be a man,
who were you?