It can never be mediocre
Can it?
You n me
Dignity, melancholy
At the border of Austria, Hungary
Catching sunsets
And evermore feelings
Much aware, much unwilling
To go on and chase
The convenient, the thrilling
And you said you would love to
Run around carrying me
All over this empty field
…Well and here we are
Holding back with shields…
At least, it was bearably windy
At least, it was beautifully sunny
At the border of Austria, Hungary
Never less than epic
You and me.
-Al