I have got behind,
I check my notebooks to find,
What’s wrote on the lines.
Here is a poem,
There is one below, I know,
What does it all mean?
I scrambling up hill,
The days just, will not keep still,
So I keep moving.
As complex as simple is.
I have got behind,
I check my notebooks to find,
What’s wrote on the lines.
Here is a poem,
There is one below, I know,
What does it all mean?
I scrambling up hill,
The days just, will not keep still,
So I keep moving.