Narcissit? Who me?

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Wishful Drinking.



To work a day, hard and long, 
Earn a living-big and strong
Is simply not enough for me
it is less than I hope to be. 
I don't hold myself above you, 
who works hard-straight and true. 
I simply wish that I could as well;
not simply stuck in daydream hell. 
The place I live is purgatory, 
such is life for those who pen a story, 
and wait to be a hit, a card, 
for never having to work too hard. 
In my hands, this is out of-
much like life, death and love. 
But I wish, as I pour my drink, 
There was a thought sensible to think! 

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