Atlantic City, NJ, March 18, 1972

When you got it…

By Vladimir Huber

You think, you found the way.
You think, you arrived.
You got it.
The road was straight, with no curves.
The pace was fast, but smooth.

It had to come; I don’t know why.
I couldn’t believe it.
I felt like throwing
everything away, and get away.
Tiredness filled me up.

Confusion was there,
and very present.
Anyway, I felt the sunrise
was going to be back.
I knew it, and I waited.
I gave him a little hand,
and he said thanks.