Just another lost soul in a sea of impossibility;
Collateral damage caused by indesputable hostility;
Fractions of limitations multiplied by innovations;
Humble disposition arguably impassable mission;
These are a few of the thoughts that I think as I sit on the couch and slump and I slink as my mouth becomes dry I'm in need of a drink.
Instead I'm unpried, unprepared, and can't decide which thought is most viable and which ones to confide in another, but neither will go for that ride.
I feel like I'm a Swiss balloon, don't know if I'm up or I'm down or soon can't tell if the pickles have plastered the moon. Feel like such a big baffoon.
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