Here I am again
Earning pennies in the circle of sickness
It’s my friend in the holler
Nowhere is it said it’d stop
Friends who may be the wings on my back
And how I rise to the Sun closer
Sickness is how they melt
How they melt, softness
A call that’s a final fall
I wanted you here
Without a coin in your mouth.

Image credit : Pier Paolo Pasolini