Fallin’ and spinnin’
Losin’ and winnin’
Keepin’ my head…
It doesn’t matter
It’s nothin’ but dreamin’ any how
January 2nd, 2016: trees right out of the window, thru the first snowfall in months.
Time to think.
Damp floors, cracks that show the raging Olona river below the floor of the ill-built industrial structure. Dust wherever it is not damp. Vandals, writers. Long-gone jobs. Hardly any hope for redemption.
And a window at the second floor from which to fly out.