No energy,
it seems to have deserted me,
high and dry almost ready to cry.
It is said,
'you will sink or learn to swim' but on
the thin edge of the ledge
it's easier to jump than hedge
my bets.
Just bumping the numbers here,
playing Russian Roulette.
It won't get me the jackpot but may
stop me from losing out or
dropping like a stone.
Sponging up the algebra
I fill with uselessness, and under par
I rest in selfishness,
the iron mesh,the chicken wire,
firing off a missive,like a missile and
realise that it is all quite
futile.
And yet the day walks in on me
full of heat and energy
making me
seem like a
cold sort of
fish.
I wish I were,
I'd be able to swim then.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
No energy,
it seems to have deserted me,
high and dry almost ready to cry.
It is said,
'you will sink or learn to swim' but on
the thin edge of the ledge
it's easier to jump than hedge
my bets.
Just bumping the numbers here,
playing Russian Roulette.
It won't get me the jackpot but may
stop me from losing out or
dropping like a stone.
Sponging up the algebra
I fill with uselessness, and under par
I rest in selfishness,
the iron mesh,the chicken wire,
firing off a missive,like a missile and
realise that it is all quite
futile.
And yet the day walks in on me
full of heat and energy
making me
seem like a
cold sort of
fish.
I wish I were,
I'd be able to swim then.
Trying to rationalise the irrational
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