I'm down in the dumps.
And it's not a nice dump even.
And this is not poetry.
Though it looks like a poem.
I want a nice, wonderful day.
But not feeling terribly wonderful inside.
Maybe I need sleep.
Or a day off.
Or a vacation.
Or just some hours of doing nothing.
This really isn't a nice dump to be in.
:( :( :(
Memoirs of 2019
4 years ago
1 comment:
its the dumps we remember only, the pumps we forget.
one wonderful day is an illusion, sustaining it is key.
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