A Day

A day may change a little piece of me
Is strange the way I seem to stay the same
My aims do fade into a scary dream
I find my brains are weary from the flames

And burning bright my heights to set a need
To be serene and scheme of newer ways
To claim the sanity I need today
To brave my vanity so thus I gleam

And yearn I do for luck and fucking deeds
Of such a great resource of words I bleed
Of biro over pad to write of praise
In summer days to thrill and too amaze

And yes I can be mad and shout and flee
I guess I’m blessed with town and scenery


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