The journey was hell,
No coffee could assage it,
The trip down the stairs.
The book is waiting,
It talks about it’s ending,
And it started bad.
It’s too critical,
It has a life of it’s own,
That I must rein in.
As complex as simple is.
The journey was hell,
No coffee could assage it,
The trip down the stairs.
The book is waiting,
It talks about it’s ending,
And it started bad.
It’s too critical,
It has a life of it’s own,
That I must rein in.