Posted by: evy02 on: Juni 23, 2008
All day
Staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night
Hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
Feeling like I’m headed for a breakdown
And I don’t know why
Chorus:
But I’m not crazy
I’m just a little unwell
I know right now you can’t tell
But stay a while and [...]
Posted by: evy02 on: Juni 23, 2008
Once upon a time there was an old poet, one of those right good old poets.
One evening, as he was sitting at home, there was a terrible storm going on outside; the rain was pouring down, but the old poet sat comfortably in his chimney-corner, where the fire was burning and the apples were roasting.
“There [...]
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