Dec 2014
If I could
I would just sit here
Until my life withered away
Like a hyacinth during a drought
And be content
With submitting to nonexistence
But I mustn't
For I have far too much to do
I would just sit here
Until my life withered away
Like a hyacinth during a drought
And be content
With submitting to nonexistence
But I mustn't
For I have far too much to do
