He brought his worldwide famous honey with him and held it out to me
I tasted it carefully, as I've barely retained a faint memory of its special flavor
And this time it was a new flavor i didn't know nothing about
And i've feasted myself in it
And that was it
When i tried to come back home, later on, there was no available lane
And i became a hobo again
Meanwhile, life itself couldn't care less
and started sending me back a new sort of defiance
Some beautiful blind spots in my brain went into sale
Like a Black Friday in my soul
Some of them went for free, no charge, nothing
Others costed a little
That was all fine
'Cause life was already providing some medicine
Which this time was time itself
The path for the new unknown had been set somehow
Meanwhile, I did my share fulfilling my life with a sort of new hobbies and toys
Trying not to screw up the game
Then one day the Chief of Ghosts Himself have decided to speak
Sent me a text message, no device required
Like if it was nothing
Cristal, like Lake Louise's surface in the summer
And for a brief minute all that remained was nostalgie
And a Bus to drive, sort of
And slowly, as the ordinary world were set in place again
Mister Wishful Thinking and his worldwide famous honey were vanished from my sight
For now
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