That old bunk house it beckons, but I hesitate, I want to go, but I still wait, Why do I tarry, why do I postpone, my long awaited rest, when it’s so late? I’ll tell you dear friends, if you truly want to know, although I have doubts. I will try to explain, my indifferences to sleep, and what it is, and isn’t about. Sleep imposes to me, dreams I dislike, childhood reflections of riding my tryke. Than later on, a girl that I loved, she worshipped another, whom I disliked. Then later on still, a car that I wanted, it went to my nemesis, my older brother. The very last straw, the very last deed, was when by mistake, I left my seed. At the scene of a crime, an ugly mistake, of which I am guilty, I did the deed. But I’m serving my time now, and paying my dues, I’m did the right thing. I married the girl, but sleep reminds me, that lady deserves a wedding ring How’s this one for corn ball FBFs?.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 19:04:08 +0000
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