I dropped my ice cream cone today.
It made me realise that I stray.
Life is boring without the glue
that mends a feeling to all new.
A kid could scream a mother crazy.
But is it better than him being lazy?
And I should practice timing more,
being one of the few that I don't bore.
The drop of a can in a machine,
or of it on your phone's screen,
depresses on a different level
those who seek the purest revel.
In silence when the movie ends,
in the joy when that glue mends.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
I dropped my ice cream cone today.
It made me realise that I stray.
Life is boring without the glue
that mends a feeling to all new.
A kid could scream a mother crazy.
But is it better than him being lazy?
And I should practice timing more,
being one of the few that I don't bore.
The drop of a can in a machine,
or of it on your phone's screen,
depresses on a different level
those who seek the purest revel.
In silence when the movie ends,
in the joy when that glue mends.
In the grace of the woman that I'll marry
In the smile of the girl I carry
even when my arms get sore.
In what condition do you develop
certain feelings more than others?
