I Was Alive

I was alive there

In the warm and fresh

Breeze of European air.

 

I was alive there

Despite the heartbreak and the

Pain of an old relationship’s wear and tear.

 

I was alive there in the streets

Of Pamplona and Prague.

The places where freedom and adventure meets.

 

I was alive there in the early morning hours

Stumbling from bars or starting Alpine climbs

Marveling at youth with its passions and powers.

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