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Well I met a bitter old man that saw it coming. His name was Jaak. Jaak spent his time growing tomatoes and Poblano peppers while blasting old-time rock n roll.
A Return
It's a sad day
my return to Canada
A country of empty hope...
Promises that come with hidden costs...
How many have been mislead?
Multicultural bleach
Impersonal politeness
Cordial disgust
Spineless bodies propped up on a skeleton of idealism
They want to tell me who I am?
Interpret my experiences
Leave this
so peaceful, the waves crash, the wind blows
locals speak indistinctly in the lighted part of the palapa bar in a language I
don't fully understand
I'm waiting for something magical to happen,
a transformation to a life more magnificent then I've imagined so far
There seems to always be