I heard someone once say…
you can’t put your arms around a memory.
I’ll never let that get the better of me,
for in a dream you walk the streets,
spray can in your hand
asking the world if it were “FREE?”
Desolate roads, hours past midnight
feeling invincible with no one in sight,
Tagging “SK” on concrete walls of buildings
Just laughing throughout the night
Carefully, methodically constructing rhymes
written to the melody, sounds and beat,
made by the tones of your Nike, Air Force Ones
as they rhythmically pound on the street.
A wildly ridiculous contagious laugh
in which everyone around you knows,
a dark hole exists in everyones souls now
love we all have for you, positively shows.
Missing that creativity consuming my life
all the more and more each day,
every time I come up with a new beat to share
well… there’s not much more I can say.
I will forever carry the memories with me
remembering the loyalty and love you’d shown,
with your infamous Woozy Goose tattoo on my leg
I will never walk these desolate streets alone…
Miss you Casey, Aka: Case Closed, Woozy Goose
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