Never found any luck in a lucky bag
I only ever found plastic krap
and sherbert.
I wonder if this is all a waste and we're just treading water
to keep our heads above it.
still stumbling along the avenue
the way that old people do
why do I do it?
what's in it for me?
where am I heading?
treading water
minding the gap,
I wish that announcer would
shut her trap and let me think.
This is more under the underground
this is the cavern below
and is this the place?
do I seem out of sync?
I wish that announcer would
get off my case
and give me some space
to think.
I can look at the dream quite clearly
if my glasses are on when I sleep.
Chancery lane again
and
Paris only twenty nine pounds
each way
start the day by feeling inadequate
and it can only get better
they say.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
Never found any luck in a lucky bag
I only ever found plastic krap
and sherbert.
I wonder if this is all a waste and we're just treading water
to keep our heads above it.
still stumbling along the avenue
the way that old people do
why do I do it?
what's in it for me?
where am I heading?
treading water
minding the gap,
I wish that announcer would
shut her trap and let me think.
This is more under the underground
this is the cavern below
and is this the place?
do I seem out of sync?
I wish that announcer would
get off my case
and give me some space
to think.
I can look at the dream quite clearly
if my glasses are on when I sleep.
Chancery lane again
and
Paris only twenty nine pounds
each way
start the day by feeling inadequate
and it can only get better
they say.
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