This life is buffoonery
I'd sooner be
somewhere
imaginative.
somewhere
where I could live
quietly.
Free to roam as I please if it pleases me,life teases me with titbits makes me sit on the fence,but I'm restless to go, need to search out and know what I don't know,hence
I'll not be here very long,going to find what's right with the wrong of it and not sit here vegetative,getting the gist of it and finding my way through this list of things I must do,which I'll do very soon, as soon as soon is not later than tomorrow's full moon I'll be fine and dandy which comes in handy.
When I go will you come,come and join in the fun or will you stay on the fence?
pretend that you know it all and like a ninepin you're bound to fall,I'd rather be a bouncing ball,
it's your call.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 6:37 AM UTC
This life is buffoonery
I'd sooner be
somewhere
imaginative.
somewhere
where I could live
quietly.
Free to roam as I please if it pleases me,life teases me with titbits makes me sit on the fence,but I'm restless to go, need to search out and know what I don't know,hence
I'll not be here very long,going to find what's right with the wrong of it and not sit here vegetative,getting the gist of it and finding my way through this list of things I must do,which I'll do very soon, as soon as soon is not later than tomorrow's full moon I'll be fine and dandy which comes in handy.
When I go will you come,come and join in the fun or will you stay on the fence?
pretend that you know it all and like a ninepin you're bound to fall,I'd rather be a bouncing ball,
it's your call.
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