I fell down a 10 year hole
Time to say it wasn't deep at all
Time to say I'm finally on my own
I tripped up a crooked decade step
Time to walk it didn't break my neck
Time to take the bones out of the bag
I sank like a buddha plopped in a pool
Time to surface, time to move
Time to feel my skin under the sun
We lose one go round
Every second that goes down
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.