Scullville, NJ, Nov. 15, 1972

Got used to bumpy roads

By Vladimir Huber

Things spin around
Tranquility seemed to have come
but, I guess things come, things go

Darkness in your days
Brightness in your lonely nights
Things don’t seem to match
in a world of misunderstood goals

You keep on telling sad stories
while the road gets smoother
You let things go away
and they return to embrace you forever