Like a fresh manifestation of an old phenomenon. A breeze whips through the trees. The rustling leaves and branches bend together. they’re cued to sway. forever by the forces of the Lord’s choreography. Just for a second the combination of sights sounds. around him. sends him hurtling back to the mirror of all of his teenager thoughts and fears. He passes big houses and family cars. they saddled the horses in cobblestone yards. He catches the moon looking down from the stars. Just like it’s done for years and years. Perpetual feeling in the grown up world that’s all. around him. that there’s secrets that could be revealed with knowledge and philosophy. And “Oh to be dumb Oh to be smart”. He might be nursing a broken heart. but feeling this way he’s just playing a part. that’s been around for centuries. I wandered all night I wondered all night about you. I’ve been here for years just wandering around the neighbourhood.