Saturday, 21 September 2013

MY CHRONICLES

Busy days, lazy days, they're all the same.
Wake up to the dead beat routine,
hang my head, drag my legs
I must be a damn shame
The regrets of dreams once great and spry
what would have been great times
A fantasy or a fallacy
it make me cry
it makes me cry
deep on the inside
where only I can see
And on the surface I smile
in day i dine
and this dredged routine I ply


©davyvivaldi 2013
 
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