Painter by the bridge:
Life strokes over old canvas,
Betraying old friends.
Painter by the bridge:
Life strokes over old canvas,
Betraying old friends.
Clearing old friendships,
Like cleaning out the closet,
Makes room for the new.
It must have been hard
Saying it was suicide,
That he hanged himself.
Driving past the desert,
Sky of Jupiter, Saturn –
Comfort of old friends.