When you venture curiously through those streets
Those unwinding streets
That lead you around corners to come across new places in your mind
Trains of thought uninterrupted and pure inspiration uncorrupted
Momentary impulses ripe for the following and paths of strangers begging for the borrowing. Blossoming scenes unfolding before you, and shadowy secrets beckoning you closer- what is it there amongst all of that magic that makes you think to pause and think of me?
Oh fine, no that's fine, totally fine.
cool with me.