My spiritual adviser,
Kevin says,
“the answer is
right in front of you,”

so welcome to the hotel California,
I have a confession:
I don’t dance to remember,
I dance to forget.

Remember,
this is not
specifically for you
but I did
used to love
those boys
of summer
and Spring
keeps fucking
with my head.

Wait,
forget everything
I just said.
Fill’r up and
let’s go
for a spin
you and me,
let’s dance to
Bowie instead.