In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, August 9, 2019
quicksand
wake up in the morning
brush your teeth
take your meds
drag a plastic comb
across the few hairs on your head
drink your cup of coffee
face the day with dread
think that there's something else
that you should do instead
I am drowning
here on dry land
I am sinking
into quicksand
morning bells are ringing
pounding out the time
with metal gears and motion
sounding of the chimes
I see the day around me
I pay it no never-mind
whatever happens to me
is from someone else's design
I am drowning
here on dry land
I am sinking
into quicksand
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