- So
- ----------it's gloom..
not just the day..
but looking..
hearing the rain .
..............the sun still there...
..............the view from this window. ..
voices..in the air..
music of the county fair.
the sun to give into your foggy..thinking..way..!!
the sun to gave in your way..
..............ireful to have to see things.
..............here by the window as we stay...
..............listening to Eric music..
hear him play a..very could be-wonder-full........day..
as hot as it is...
feel chills...and cold - ............i wish i could stay
............abrupt angles....
coming this way..
confusing the lyrics..a distance away..
as an open display...
of anger...
of the words we hear .........
words...
the sounds of the one at play...
...............ireful is seeing a cloudy day..
...............comforting ones self with jujubes on the very green trees, ...
...............peaches there almost good to have........
green apples hanging in the week limbs of the tree.
- are they just some of the dreams of me...... .........
organizer...
fanaticism.. .........
tending to tedious tasks. ..
like ire-inc imitations of what we ask...
...............rainbow like..
...............lustrous color display..
is what we see.....
thoughts wondering of this very day...
it's a duty..
organize your thinking in some comforting way.. - we know we have to..go.
we know we have to vacate..
what we..cry at night.. - having to immerse..
to fully engross to relocate. ........
............my god !
............why is it that I have to this..again again !
WHY IS IT THIS WAY .......
