Walking from shindig to shindig,
swiging and drinking,
with cloudy mind,
blurred vision and flushed eyes.
Saying hello to the Lady at night,
delaying the end till sunrise,
feeling caresses from other hands,
and love from other hearts.
Mixed days, nights and names,
new sheets every day,
unbridled speed, unleashed rhythm,
free love activism.
Who can stop
in the middle of the fall?