“Dude you gotta just roll with it” You speak with softness and calm. And I keep on plucking, bit by bit. Focus on the strings hover by my palms.
I always scoot by Koffee to say hello. And there you wave, or strike a pose.
Maybe we’ll be rockin in your backyard jammin on breezing hammocks never feels hard. A porch, a garden, a giant bird feeder. “Dude, you won’t get scorched, I’m a safe fire breather”
ha ha ha ha
I see you on your bike with rhythm in your feet even wheels can’t help but dance to your looping beat beat.