“I may well have seen the light, but I question the point of a kettle when I drink neither tea nor coffee”
(I think this is meant to be a deep philosophical type random thought, but I never really know with these things. That’s a cool light in the kettle though)
Counting shadows in the dark,
Counting echoes from the past,
Counting all your wounds and scars,
One pay cheque away,
From sleeping under stars
One, two, three, four, five,
Once you kept a dream alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then you let it die – – – – – – – – again,
Why did you let it die?
(perhaps, the beginnings of a something – perhaps a nothing destined for oblivion, ‘why’s’ always are a bit like it)
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