Hot Joy

Bravado, joy and fearless
make me curious!

I write up, ask the sky why.

Leaving little maps
of tenderness and struggle,
trying to get away with some fun.

A nomad of lyrics and love,
I am the poet your friend
from yesterdland warned
you about falling for (again).

I'm great
and I'd say it
to your face
and I'm not sorry.

But let me borrow
your time machine,
because I have somewhen to go.

I'd burn joy
to be your crutch.