Ritt
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

I wake up early morning
Hear the bells
Head my lonely warning
This can go fast as hell

Fast as holy hell
Hiellishly fast
The life is the present
The day is the past

I wake up early mourning
Yesterday is gone
It has been so little
Yet it has been so long

Hear my heavy token
Block my outcome gasp
I live and I lie here
And I laugh