Howling Wolves from Arcadian Pages by alex rose ~ canyon counterpoint

You had us ride in the back of her truck on the way to the party
The wind charred my lips
It woke me up
My eyes to the stars, the universe spreads out
Colossal wonderings, memories like foundlings
Your childhood’s worth something… don’t hurry up

Don’t hurry up, don’t hurry up

I held your hand as sped down that same boulevard again like when we were friends
But my curiosity took hold of me and my hand moved down your leg and stayed there
The wind in our hair
Surprised by the cold and possibility
With you next to me the world felt free and nurturing - we can be who we want to be, adventurously

Don’t hurry up, don’t hurry up

Let’s stay here in this truck bed til they come calling for us
Howling wolves
Adventures ahead
Don’t hurry, don’t hurry up

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