*from a goddess of poetry, & life, Maya Angelou. more on Angelou below. <3
The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their lies around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you’re going to turn
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we’ve got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
What you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
*I mean, c’mon, ain’t that just so perfectly simple and gloriously glorious!! Yes, yes it is. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou
