Hard day morning
I have tired of silence. It hangs over me like a tin pod. It drops anxiety and restlessness on my ass.
It kills bitter-feisty hedgehogs. It makes each bug hunt result in vicious fixing.
Nirvana threatens those on the way to the grocery store with its visions of reality.
But what do I get at the end of the day? What do I have to take away? Blinds on a windows and a pain behind the eyes...
On each boisterous morning mirror interrupts my existence with naked truth: smile and you would have a company, weep and there is no reflection.
Hey! Are you covering you face with the palm, when you are crying behind brick window on a 2nd floor?
It kills bitter-feisty hedgehogs. It makes each bug hunt result in vicious fixing.
Nirvana threatens those on the way to the grocery store with its visions of reality.
But what do I get at the end of the day? What do I have to take away? Blinds on a windows and a pain behind the eyes...
On each boisterous morning mirror interrupts my existence with naked truth: smile and you would have a company, weep and there is no reflection.
Hey! Are you covering you face with the palm, when you are crying behind brick window on a 2nd floor?