two forty on the clock
and time keeps leaping forwards
dim room and single sock:
good listeners to my words.
the soulless rhyme with bitter aftertaste
and wasted time which digs the hidden sorrow
oh Lord, I wish some things to be erased
as easy as the present hopes tomorrow.
Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 9:27 PM UTC
two forty on the clock
and time keeps leaping forwards
dim room and single sock:
good listeners to my words.
the soulless rhyme with bitter aftertaste
and wasted time which digs the hidden sorrow
oh Lord, I wish some things to be erased
as easy as the present hopes tomorrow.
