October
Una nuit
Started off at 8 from 10
Far better than hoped
6, then 5 to 4 por noon
Grey wind howled through trees and me
Distraction to town, train, out
With friend, love at the end of a lead
People, sights, distraction achieved, talvez
Home after loud peace
Cloudy tired, lonely tan solo
Bother nobody, go on go on
Game face the only face wins
Covering desperate
Sleepless anxious
Pressure and self loathing
Meaningless hope grows
Bukra inshalla, new hope
Focus on goals remembered
Through shattered mind
On and on as long as I can
Comments