As the day gets darker, so does the mind.
Slipping and tumbling, falling behind.
“Take one of these, one every day.
And tell those bad niggling feelings, they’re going to pay.”
“So with a snap and a crack, my life will be back?”
“But yes of course, that’s what I propose!
But come back here next month, and I’ll up the dose.”
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
As the day gets darker, so does the mind.
Slipping and tumbling, falling behind.
“Take one of these, one every day.
And tell those bad niggling feelings, they’re going to pay.”
“So with a snap and a crack, my life will be back?”
“But yes of course, that’s what I propose!
But come back here next month, and I’ll up the dose.”
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