It looks good on you.

Superstition,

inhibitions,

I like it when you

talk

that way.

Superb and jovial

resentments

with

elderly soul and you

still lie

the way, you

used to.

Keep us

dogging on, begging

Upon;

Request –

and you never

really

cease

to

Follow

Any

Directions.

At least

in the Reality

you alot me

and

beckon forward

towards

meandering roads

and steady

rivers.

Either way…