I daydream about the big reveal
could I ever script the way it makes me feel
When I think about the syncopation
while I barely scrape my daily ration
so many thoughts they barely register
So much I'll never drop or make a stir
the good argument is I found my level
the going flow well it was alwas my devil
and on the flipside just the humdrum toil
What bare crop could I till in such soil
far from convinced any ship is coming
and still far back in my mind I hear the drumming
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