If ever there was a dream
A perfectly perfect dream
Where we would smile
And the stars would shine
I’d stay there.
It gets lonely in the mornings
And cloudy in the day
The wind gets cold and
You never have much to say
Batteries. Gadgets. Delays.
I might as well get paid
For being the *itch
With the leash
Muzzled at birth
Freed only to feed
On food that isn’t mine.
disclaimer. this doesn't say anything abt me. consider it my doodle beyond the margin. enjoy ;)
