What they say

The morning was long
My eyes fixed to the ceiling
Sound of cars, sound of rain, and solitude
Alone with my thought, and the grim feeling
A cold bed is pitiful
That's what they say

Mundane, tedious, routine
Brush then  rinse, splash then finish
Drink a little eat and get dressed
My hunger diminished
A lonely house isn't a home
That's what they say

Took a stroll to the lake and sat
Waited for excitement to find me
Saw the people walking by and said nothing
Shy in my skin with my thoughts behind me
Don't let things pass you by
That's what they say

Wrote a love note to you
And a fair well page to the rest
Climbed the majestic oak for a view
Placed the rope around my neck
Didn't see that coming
That's what they'll say.

-XIN-