Not Much New To Say
Not much new to say
Today is A Tuesday and the view is shade
I look out right through my shades
Look out at the view depraved of color
All skewed and gray
It's more like June than May
Flowers bloom and fail
Everything is red in day
But at night it's stale
I wish the view prevails
All the soothing rays
All the jubilant ways
That it smooths my face
Sitting indoors
I probably look like aluminum paste
But I got too much haste
To get out much so I fume and bake
In my room till late
Till the boombox shakes
With a tune and breaks
And the hard drives melt
Cause they're made of felt
I guess I'll bask in strife
Till what's after life
Catches up in twilights
Far after nights
Such as this one
Thank you for
The listen