poniedziałek, 2 marca 2015

Sliding (a song)

Sliding

I kick off my muddy boots
Weary servants of the spring
And lie down
Looking for a lazy whisper come
I don’t know it sucks or suits
But this waiting’s like a sling
Once run-down
But later will push me towards the sun

Searching
For the way round to make for start
Digging
Tunnels deep where we’re not apart
Clutching
Bag of tickets I freely use
Sliding
Down the slope of your lame excuse

I kick off my shiny shoes
Head’s like sitting on a swing
Due to stop
Nobody’s round here to start the strum
So devoid of mighty booze
And all fringes it may bring
Now I frown
Cos there is no-one to make me thrum…



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