Zac

standing by my lamp, a tree, a bridge, shaking, waiting here like a tramp, listen to some muted song, who would ever negate, my need to belong, better take a chance, always play this game, take a trip to France, hope I’m not wrong, looking at the rain, stream against the bog, ask how much this path, shuffles my remains, no more rounds to cast, someone will come along, say Heh Pal your great, give a coin or locket, makes me praise each day.