i should be in copenhagen but i'm not

Reggae is the song of Spring even though mornings are dappled gray. It is the sunny streak that hotwires my brain from obsolescence. Ginger lemon tea is the drink of fountainyouth. It has magical herbs that works like a potion to ground my flighty fancies. I have flashbacks of flighty fancies lately. I taste colors and smell eagerness; i close my eyes and my heart beats adjulations. I am a bulb that dreams under the dirt.