Paul

The sun rises uneven, cars fill up their lanes, this can't wait 'till evening, beyond the night sky, all I need to regale, is about the life outside, a social rush of energy, coffee tastes the same, who needs a good reason, I might sail on the line, it matters what you say, not go off this time, with my dawn novena, my paper smile a hurricane, your love tastes so sweet I know it’s not fine, to go out and play, drink more sweet wine, bars and visions of retreat, what I have to fake, it’s not my swollen feet, keeps me in this game.