Evening it is.
Already?
No work, no **** —
Just silence.
I'm writing.
Can't take the risk,
Yeah, I’m scared.
No pressure, no disc,
Yet I’m prepared.
To work,
I must,
Though my thoughts
Gather dust.
Finding work —
Yeah, I’m berserk.
Not skilled,
Just the will
To fight.
I’m waiting.
Yeah, there are great things,
Just not for me.
But then —
There is she,
In my memories.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 9:03 AM UTC
Evening it is.
Already?
No work, no **** —
Just silence.
I'm writing.
Can't take the risk,
Yeah, I’m scared.
No pressure, no disc,
Yet I’m prepared.
To work,
I must,
Though my thoughts
Gather dust.
Finding work —
Yeah, I’m berserk.
Not skilled,
Just the will
To fight.
I’m waiting.
Yeah, there are great things,
Just not for me.
But then —
There is she,
In my memories.
