Today is day one
The first of these three
I still did not know the plan
“Eat up!” they said
“It will be a long day!” they said
They were veterans in this
I do no normally eat breakfast
Heck, I do really like to each much anyways
A harder meal to swallow
Hours passed
Allowing my mind to get so wrapped
In the “what ifs”
The rest of the crew assembled
Jammed packed in a shuttle
Rented for this group
We embarked to our destination
Our transportation stung of cigarettes
And Spanish tongue
A good amount of traffic
A good amount of conversation
And eventually we have arrived
Brightness
In the scenery
In the attire
…What did I get myself into?
“It will be fun!” they said
“Don’ worry!” they said
Trust issues...
All are excited
This transpires, contagious
Like a plague that would continue
Three days
Three days
Three days
The two of us already separated from the group
We knew this would happen
And we do not mind
Sometimes it is easier
To travel with less
Because there is less to worry about
And more time to enjoy
The present
Instead of trying to understand
Maybe I should enjoy
For these moments will never be breathed again
“La beauté sera convulsive ou ne
sera pas.
Beauty will be convulsive or not at
all.”
Where there is no passion, there is no beauty.
Like André
Infatuated with Nadja
All in attendance are passionate
Their passion drives them mad
Their passion is the music
The beauty in the music
That I have always seen
Will become more apparent


