sometimes when everything seems at
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and the hours, days, weeks
years
seem wasted-
stretched here upon my bed
looking upward at the ceiling
I get what many will consider an
obnoxious though:
it's still nice to be
me
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and the hours, days, weeks
years
seem wasted-
stretched here upon my bed
looking upward at the ceiling
I get what many will consider an
obnoxious though:
it's still nice to be
me