Doing Bird
This thinking is a blessing and a curse
We imagine a lot that isn’t there
It’s okay when you’re writing, but it’s worse
At 3am, doing the ceiling stare
Revisiting, exaggerating their
Concerted coordinated campaign
To keep you on the ground, while in the air
Above you they float, laughing at your pain
They circle the lampshade, drive you insane
Angry, unable to sleep, you’re immersed
In negativity; meanwhile out there
The dawn chorus, the aubade, the refrain
Of unthinking bird brains begins its terse
Reminder there’s another day to bear
<Deleted User> (5646)
Thu 5th Jun 2008 10:57
So sorry about that, needed a breath of fresh air but it was too noisy outside.
I've AlaWays got songs running through my mind. It can be a real pain sometimes when you try to remember more than what pops into your head. That racking your brains is not good for your libido. speak soon, well, u no wot i mean.