Limp and lifeless sat in the chair,
some might think I don't have a care...
if I were to be honest
honest with myself...
these sultry lips taste forsaken leaves
as they fall south within a morning gust...
not particularly fond
of the best way to describe this...
I often wonder,
generally around 2.00 am...
Crutched
like so many sheep...
if I was just another sunrise
where the water reflects...
I hear the souls
clanking the chains...
the agreement of a sleepover
the lunch bell with its chime...
i.When I met Sarah
all I could see...
I do care...
They dont even care to know...
I’ve gone too far on the road
to remember...