“If I could only fly”- Blaze Foley

I gave an old hippy named Willy a ride- he told me about heartbreak and being a hermit- told me I was on my way and let me know there is nothing to worry about.

He writes songs and said he just came from a festival they named after the sun- it was nestled in a canyon near Red River, I assume the festival is for the appreciation of light.

He hits my vape and tells me about the time he flew, car decided to try out for being an angel- forgot to get permission waivers from Willy.

He laughs and shows me old scars, coughs, tells me the weed these days is too strong.

He gets out, trailer 23, just this side of dreams.