Southern Traveler in Mexico
From the balcony view meant for two
The clouds of smoke, cleaning my views
Finally, my mind started to unwind
Perceptions, views, and the beginning
Of my self's distorted views, thrown behind
Excercising my lungs for the two a.m. crew
A coming of a new time
Your position was unclear
Although I confidently claim it was a station
He and I talked of childhood aspirations
And how they were suppressed
by the influence of the jealous peer, subconscious stress
A 4 a.m. supper in the mini cathedral of The Manhattan patio lights
Preceded by my Tai Chi self discovery
Of the oceanic sandy beach's dark stary night
Worthy of Vangogh's signature by name
An alibi of claim was his ticket out of the chaotic spotlight of fame
Vehicle restoration, his hobby to name
I've never had such an interesting conversation
With an Irish accent's descent to ever name
Possibly your origination of the Georgia domain
Honor, integrity, and respect, were your protective name
February or July, the latter I will not deny
A bird with a distinctive eye, watching from the sky
A ladies love, I truthfully held high above
The sound in her voice and the look in her eyes
Yes, she is a mighty prize
Not worth my demise
A dance floors empty gaze
Suddenly became an emotional haze
The song was an intent to rekindle the flame
Caused from a resentful chase
Was it Bob or Garth that gave it such a meaningful emotional trace
Whatever the case
my memory instilled, never to be erased
Seize the day...is here to stay