I’m making it up,
and then I’m writing it down,
but the words move round.
I work, write and sleep,
and sometimes I just lay in,
and write in my dreams.
My pencil is blunt,
but the lines are thick and dark,
as I make my mark.
As complex as simple is.
I’m making it up,
and then I’m writing it down,
but the words move round.
I work, write and sleep,
and sometimes I just lay in,
and write in my dreams.
My pencil is blunt,
but the lines are thick and dark,
as I make my mark.