The Head Cold Trip
Snifflin’, sneezin’ away the day
Coughin’ and tearin’ that’s the way
My head cold is rulin’
Stop it I say.
You can’t ruin my night like you have ruined my day.
Here are other thoughts. Curious what you think it means.
The Journey, Maybe
Why do the pretty people in the park
Paint poison pictures reflecting my pain?
Do they know?
Speeding down the expressway of sorrow
Seeing sights of sparkling shadows
How fallacious is it all?