Power Outage 1988 Walkman Memory

percussion hailstorm my ears no longer bored daydreaming about oceans mixing memories during power outage thoughts an escapade my uber sunshine nodding my head with eyes closed to some rare 90s hip hop candy sunglasses tastes like cinnamon watching lightning threaten me as i sit under a tree remembering things like the fiddlers three now the wind is a flute from a funky 70s jazz song my emotions floating on air now its day 17 the sky has turned purple paper thin has turned to quick thick i find myself smiling fully for good ole music i am a bully now i push the Good Weight to the Pulley