40 person bus, 11 people in it though
At the finish line, when most haven't begin to go
Send my soul up to heaven if we crash
If not me then these sisters and brethren is all I ask
Young lieutenant, Mr. Tad gave the task
I'm gonna show you that it's all gravy, no potatoes mashed
Just lasagna with artichoke, bits in my stash
Re-birthing an artist's hope, from a kid in the trash
euro swag, you can see it in my walk now
Good posture ,high thought is why I talk down
Polly want a cracker? Oh, look what the flock found
Painting words like Raphael with Hip Hop sounds
How's that sound to you?
My glass is half-full, I'll down a few
Time to escape to cityscapes with the town in view
Velvet cape, golden scepter with my crown askew.
Italian Soundtrack by C.A pt. 11:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NqFI2cNuT-g
Yet again, I have found a moment to sit and scrawl my impressions. As the countryside rolls by through my panorama bus window, it dawns on me that I could live here. Of course, aesthetically I would love to live here but like is not the operative word.