pajammy: The first thing we did
pajammy: was walk down the street
pajammy: and try not to get run over by horses.
pajammy: Everything seemed old
pajammy: everything simpler
pajammy: everything easy.
pajammy: We stood against walls
pajammy: and broke some down.
pajammy: We shot old churches
pajammy: and old houses.
pajammy: Then we found more horses.
pajammy: We chased windmills
pajammy: on foot
pajammy: not minding the pain
pajammy: of the burning hot sand.
pajammy: It was worth it.
pajammy: We climbed a lighthouse
pajammy: wondering why we had to do it
pajammy: just because everyone did.
pajammy: The hot Sunday found us on the road again
pajammy: leaving behind the place where time stood still.