To the tune of a brand new station.

I have these routines.
Break them.

Thoughts of the way it’s supposed to be.
Break them.

A simple utopian complication.
Break it.

Ideas of pleasure from structure.
End it.

For every rose blooms differently.
Not one the same.
Anyone has a different story.
Adjustments must be made.
One can never believe 2 roses take the same amount of water.
How foolish.