DUSTY FEET

still walking towards San Francisco
although it's all quiet now
flowers are trodden under feet
pushed into mud of forgetfulness

Jane once shouted against a war
that was too far away
Martin wanted to achieve a utopia
of equality
they changed your parents
they changed you

but we were flower children
at heart at least
we wanted the flowers
on our hair
and a concert just for us
in our own forgotten field

those and more
discussed in our moments
I miss you
wish you're here

It's been right months since you left, Gabe. I miss you.