When I need you,
when my hands are shaky,
and the fear is pressing my heart,
when I am laying under the sun
cuddled up in clouds.
when I run around
and asking the strangers,
where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
(and you laughingly say, you never had one)
when the sun goes up
after the sleepless night
after counting stars
after dancing for 27 miles
when the sun goes down
after the mournful day
after many sighs
in one way or another,
are always there, friend.

Washington, D.C.

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