I'm out of words...
There's only pain and sorrow.
The singer's chanting last accords,
And I'm not sure about tomorrow.
The cigarette is gone. That's that.
The wind is blowing calmly, softly.
It's time for me to get my mat,
Connect with self and set my mind free.
It's been too much...
It has been plenty...
I'm not in charge...
Yes, I give up...
Surrender gently...
Thursday, I am ready to rest. Enough. Please.
May 7 2015.
Hollywood.
There's only pain and sorrow.
The singer's chanting last accords,
And I'm not sure about tomorrow.
The cigarette is gone. That's that.
The wind is blowing calmly, softly.
It's time for me to get my mat,
Connect with self and set my mind free.
It's been too much...
It has been plenty...
I'm not in charge...
Yes, I give up...
Surrender gently...
Thursday, I am ready to rest. Enough. Please.
May 7 2015.
Hollywood.
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