Fresh Pome: Wind Down Your Thoughts
Wind Down Your Thoughts
Always so late in the day
Certainty arrives bleary eyed
I know what to do now, more
Than I did this morning now the sun
Tips over and gives up -
"Enough for one day".
I raise my hands, ‘what the fuck?’
I’m only getting started and
You’ve already given up
On me.
Always so late in the day
Certainty arrives bleary eyed
I know what to do now, more
Than I did this morning now the sun
Tips over and gives up -
"Enough for one day".
I raise my hands, ‘what the fuck?’
I’m only getting started and
You’ve already given up
On me.