I closed all doors ,when i split my head ,
I ran dead elevens , sweating.. in bed,
I forced a rhyme , (is that a crime?)
From second hand thoughts of a third rate mind,
Heres one now , as i knit my brow;
If life really is so same, so tame,
Why cant i get it, bet it, pet it, fret it.
Can you ?
hey there,
ReplyDeleteyou have a nice and very intense blog going here.
I wont pretend to have understood all of what you have written but it does strike a chord at places and makes me wonder what brought it about in the first place.
Keep writing!