On the right track never tasted quite right.
Remind me again what I should have done?
Usually, a smile or two for the accomplished
brings my morality back around.
She's always fleeting though.
A sip of coffee here, a few plans made there -
all these THINGS take up limited space.
There's a dream where everything gets finished,
floats up and checks itself off the list.
Actions speak louder than words,
reap what you sow,
early bird gets the worm,
but I like cream in my coffee and the snooze button.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
On the right track never tasted quite right.
Remind me again what I should have done?
Usually, a smile or two for the accomplished
brings my morality back around.
She's always fleeting though.
A sip of coffee here, a few plans made there -
all these THINGS take up limited space.
There's a dream where everything gets finished,
floats up and checks itself off the list.
Actions speak louder than words,
reap what you sow,
early bird gets the worm,
but I like cream in my coffee and the snooze button.
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