Squeeze One Out

1 min read

Moments until the day is dead
Life is a symphony, full of dread
Can’t wait until Friday
Reach for the pocket sayings

Misanthropy is my armor
Explains the pain and the ardor
Of everyday life

Days slide down the calendar
Flashes of ecstasy with mi amor
Are all in my head

One day, this melody will make sense
Until then, I shall remain clouded & dense
Going through the motions like a dent
That’s not really what I meant

Comments are closed.