Not much can be done
even for fun.
I slip into a reverie
I feel dreary.
A turn I expect
being not in the prospect.
I sit crossed
I have to pause.
Is it my life in short
it being the way I am caught.
Not much can be done
even for fun.
I slip into a reverie
I feel dreary.
A turn I expect
being not in the prospect.
I sit crossed
I have to pause.
Is it my life in short
it being the way I am caught.