My brain juice ran out;
need to run a top up in,
and over fill it.
I woke this morning,
to look out on a dark sky,
knowing it’s Friday.
Friday the thirtieth,
and not one, not three, but five,
things that have gone wrong.
As complex as simple is.
My brain juice ran out;
need to run a top up in,
and over fill it.
I woke this morning,
to look out on a dark sky,
knowing it’s Friday.
Friday the thirtieth,
and not one, not three, but five,
things that have gone wrong.