"Miss Lucas, what is the meaning of this?" Regina stared at the envelope with an Ipod nano on top of it, along with her lunch order. "Um, I'm not sure, Madame Mayor. It was here this morning. I assumed a good samaritan found it and returned your lost items." Ruby shrugged and turned to greet the customer that walked in before giving Regina the opportunity for any follow up questions. So they know my schedule. She thought. Regina lifted the envelope with her name on the front, but this time with instruction to listen to the song while reading the letter. And she did, with the earbuds in, she pressed play and The Eagles came to life, as she read the poem.
"Desperado
Why Don't You Come To Your Senses?"
Why don't we though?
Leave all the pretenses
Been too long, baby
Tiny steps, no more
Footprints, now a lady
Is yours - My feet are sore
Running for so long
Hiding behind smiles
Listening to my favorite song
While tear tracks on tiles
Funny thing
When you want to be found
The tune they sing
Are what's bringing you down
They hear, but they don't listen though
They observe, but don't see beyond the lenses
"Desperado,
Why don't you come to your senses?"
-A Wanderer