As the sunlight washes in
Upon the yellow wall
all is bright, fine, and good
until the night sets in
then the people come out
the ugly in them
they look around, suspicious of me
i give them no reason to be
yet they are, even without basis
I can do nothing but laugh
so laugh i must
or where is the light?
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
As the sunlight washes in
Upon the yellow wall
all is bright, fine, and good
until the night sets in
then the people come out
the ugly in them
they look around, suspicious of me
i give them no reason to be
yet they are, even without basis
I can do nothing but laugh
so laugh i must
or where is the light?
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