A date from the past,
Relevance now forgotten,
But tinged with sorrow.
The outside is dull,
Grey and no warm welcome there,
So I stay inside.
The things I must do,
Keep piling up and higher,
And dragging me down
As complex as simple is.
A date from the past,
Relevance now forgotten,
But tinged with sorrow.
The outside is dull,
Grey and no warm welcome there,
So I stay inside.
The things I must do,
Keep piling up and higher,
And dragging me down