Saturday, July 6, 2013

Tribute to the Windy City


Hastily, without regret
He packed his heart
And emptied his flat

Had he lost the bet, the one he made with himself?

Almost like being chased
Covered, was his every trace
And he took just one suitcase

Was there an involvement of disgrace?

A four year dream
Has ran its course
It was inevitable, off-course

Change; It seemed dearer to him than being forever in repose
And so it goes, windy city. 
So it goes...