Here it comes again
so play me that tune again
and why should I be complaining
at least the sun isnt raining
and there could be
way worst thing
than this again
and my mouth gets thristy
and if I don't move
these bones
the rent wont get paid
by Thursday
and I wont have a home
and I'll be out on
the streets
pushing a shopping cart
full of pain
and memories
fighting for cans
and madness
and who said
it would always
be easy to always get out
out bed and get up and go do it again
and punch in
the clock again
and who said
life would be always
a easy ride
that life easily provides
like midnight time
and I'm saving my
difficult in my
piggy bank
I have Penny's
and lessons
but my storms
could get worst
than this prison
©mrnothing
M