what a candy of a song
at times it's short
at times it's long
you see I cherish it a lot
to say the least, it's all one's got
to each his own
of course
with some regrets
and some remorse
but also love
of which one never has enough
and so I sing this song away
every morning
every day
years and months and weeks
unless I'm sick
or struck down by bad fortune
but even so
it finds its way back to this weary soul
and lifts one up
from bottom straight back to the top
oh what a song it is
it's often miss
it's often hit
and I shall only wish to keep it lit
a little longer
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
it's my genuine luck
to often be out of stock for dinero
the engine of everything in our time
contextomy prime
and it's not that I have chosen this way of living
I just take it as a given, take it as it comes
see no point to grumble about it too long
here's a possible title for a possible song
where am I in comparison to King Kong
for the ground upon which I stand is not very solid
hereby I refer to that financial black hole in my wallet
a passing phase, cut to the chase
yeah right
try to deliver it to anyone that has ever cried
as for my spirit, I still can steer it
still got enough loving in me one better believe it
just getting old I suppose
hairline much thinner, soon to be bald
so what
for as long as this soup ain't too cold
I'll keep on floating in this brave new world
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 1:44 PM UTC
yes God
I'm lost
cannot see yet through my skin
but I sure feel that I will soon become a ghost
and what if I
stay trapped in here
forever wandering the Earth
would you agree if I to say
that living often is a curse?
yes God
please brighten everything
and everyone
with your everlasting light
let us not fight
when darkness takes it's toll
and you are out of sight
who's gonna save us then?
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
if you could show me that there is
a little more to this
with that, I then shall kindly follow
as if there will be no tomorrow
nor any other day
I'll change my whereabouts
will rest my head high in the clouds
no longer troubled by old doubt
on any given day
say, have you ever felt the way
heart feels when knows that has to go
but longs to stay
and is it right
to let go of many things that one might love
when the grip is tight
what do you say
if anything at all
is there a way for us to change
what we cannot control
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC