Peru
In fields of gold I dance for you to be our guidance.
(Dance, my love)
On this road lasting and eternal I keep a journal of impossible things inspired by you:
Gentle - your original taste of tea, even though you never agree with me.
But!, in scattered remains of debris we break up - like fragments of dissolve.
I evolve, undergo change just for you - but you didn't want me to.
Wondering who I am in this blue flu of strawberry scented shampoo and pondering about your kangaroo tattoo I dress up in a white tutu and leave for the boarders of Peru.
You never wanted me to change - after all, I was really quite strange.
But you liked me that way.