Jun 2012
I think of thoughts and meanings
and how they mean nothing
Things are simple,
just to an extreme
The ground digs into my sacrum
and I can't get up
*Just a bunch of young folks
whistling about happiness
and how they mean nothing
Things are simple,
just to an extreme
The ground digs into my sacrum
and I can't get up
*Just a bunch of young folks
whistling about happiness
