Captured by sleep, I fall into fog.
The bugle sounds, and I am on parade.
I read out my plans for the day.
They do not impress the fearful sergeant major of my conscience.
They prove to be inadequate.
As ever.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
Captured by sleep, I fall into fog.
The bugle sounds, and I am on parade.
I read out my plans for the day.
They do not impress the fearful sergeant major of my conscience.
They prove to be inadequate.
As ever.