Awaking, summer time 9:00 in the waking of the moon.
Not quite night, still see stains of day.
The freaks are still eating breakfast.
Hello, old... who are you now?
I know who you were. Breast fed, from similar breasts.
Learned to fly, in different nests.
I flew on a different side of the sun.
But we both came, from the same nurturing earth.