Daily

Daily

I think of needs

And want the wants

But when it comes down to the simplicity of it all

Its so difficult to just be

So I wind down the clock

Take it back

Fix up the drugs

Give myself the injection

And think about her

I rank on the thoughts

Contemplating it all

The worlds collide

And the wonders keep up the juxtaposition

She says shes not the devil

She does not torture me

But I know the facts

She is just a playboy spinner

I sit quietly in the corner

So when I come up

One day

She'll say hello

In a different kind of way

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.12.08.21:36:19@505NJ

Previous
Previous

My Cat

Next
Next

Would, Could, Should