Ribbons and gold.
Once I plunged into work and making money.
I was led by the natural order of life.
Working till one day I was truly alone.
Ribbons and bows in a beautiful girl hair.
She dances by the Boeblingen lake
Her smiles are simple gifts to a lonely man.
She asked me my name? She wondered why I was sitting alone with the September
Festival alive and well.
I told her my name was Johnnie. Told her. ” I thought I held wealth and profit. I learn
too late the real value of life. I left things behind. I cannot find anymore.”
She danced around me.
The sound of rock and roll music ringing in the distance.
She pulled me up and forced me to dance with her.
My face engulfed in blond hair smelling of a strawberry field.
Her warm body making me come alive.
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