Sep 2018
I'm feeling quite neurotic, to put it plain.
My conscience is muddied, mind soaked through with rain.
Nothing feels right, no comfort will do.
Might dig myself a hole and stay there a day or two
Won't walk on the land, just admire the view.
There seems to be nothing that can make me feel sane
And yet, you dig deep, try to keep me sane.
My conscience is muddied, mind soaked through with rain.
Nothing feels right, no comfort will do.
Might dig myself a hole and stay there a day or two
Won't walk on the land, just admire the view.
There seems to be nothing that can make me feel sane
And yet, you dig deep, try to keep me sane.
Another assigned piece, this time to take a famous rhyming piece of writing and rewrite everything but the final, rhyming word. I used the first verse of Blind Melon's "No Rain."
