leading to the great coliseum
we learned leaves turn brown to understand rebirth,
and we played with the season’s harmony,
our fingertips soothing each other’s foreheads
releasing haches and wire-ends,
trusting one day our hair would grow
lost the meaning of property,
sharing filter cigarettes
and winning the treasure map to the golden,
and we sat for a long time
to be sure we had something real,
easily merging with each other's words
trading our music for another's paintings,
I found a piano to confess to,
learning if the world is to change,
journey back inside that road
leading to the great coliseum