☆ Voice 19

Isn’t it great to exist
At this point in time?
Where the produce is rotten
But no one is forgotten
On strawberry Philadelphia Drive
Children in the sprinkler
Junkies on the corner
The smell of fried foods
And pure hot tar
Man, you needn’t travel far
To feel completely alive
On strawberry Philadelphia Drive
On a hazy day in 19 something and 5