Struggling with the pain,
of a long, too long, work day,
that drains me empty.
I am writing songs,
and recording some of them,
to see how it sounds.
I’ve a yellow pen,
it is nice and writes quite well,
but it cannot spell.
Scratching the surface,
and not finding very much,
I need to dig deep.
The night’s drawing in,
and many lights all come on,
just so we can see.
