Did you ever have one of those days? This is a day like any other day. You are free to wake up and shave. Soapy hands fumbling on porcelain. Hot, good coffee and a good, good book. Bicycle! Bicycle! Breathing easier now. Tear the roof off your day. No ones` coming over. It aint written so don`t try to read it. Smell the hot rain on the street. Could be love. Could be alcohol. Cup my hands around your face. A litte frame. A lot of pain. I can tell the tears from the rain. One tastes sweet, the other plain. And who am I to think I could hang such a precious life on a clever line? You`re in all the books i read. A hundred pages out of reach. And so I throw myself...Hit the street. It`ll take some time to learn the lesson of the fall and begin another climb.