Getting a press pass to see a band I like
finds me walking around Fort Lauderdale
on the first night of Hanukkah,
thinking about the finality of it all.
Writing notes in the corner,
befriending the bartender
via club soda and conversation,
has me thinking about the finality of it all.
To be changed yet still haunted...
I bought myself some more time,
but lost my love of dancing.
I used to do cocaine,
now I go to concerts,
but I am never more aware of death
than when I am trying to dance
at a concert.
I hope I remember to forget the finality of it all...
You can sprinkle some of my ashes down here.