The Last Of The 90's Breed

How long have we been riding?
After all this time…

We’re still loving and hungry,
Still fucking and fighting.
A passionate vibe, still thriving.

Our love never dies, It doesn’t rot.
Like a tree in the winter, we might get dry
But when the season changes, we come alive.
As slow as we grow, We’re solid.
Our roots won’t let us go.

And we’re young,
When we’re done, we’re not done.
So, you know like I know,
There’s no rush.

You take your time, as I do.
And as I take your time,
You can take mine, too.

–E. (Originally written on 6/10/2020)