Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Morning Clouds
In the morning my thoughts are clouded
By my misguided thoughts of the night before
I feel the same but it's a different day
So why not start a new way of dealing
The thought of change is always appealing
When the hangover is fresh in my head
My body's aching I feel like a wounded soldier
But I never signed up to fight
I guess I was drafted
By the government I don't trust
It seems I was on a solo mission
For I don't have a single comrade