I dunno . . .
Been here a million times,
At this, very desk,
Looking at the Y,
I try to try~
Making up the words
To write these songs
That they don’t have to hear,
I dun really know,
Why. I’m. Here.
It’s like my life,
Finally,
Missed. A. Gear.
My silly dreams,
That I used to,
Hold. So. Dear.
Are crystallized,
The future is,
Ne-ver. Clear.
~~~
Oh I dunno . . .
Why the words don’t flow,
Like they used to go,
Into a show . . . oh~
Of my ditty life,
I think my words’ on strike
My ability,
Has said goodnight . . .
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