Songs That Make You Feel All Gushy and Mushy Inside, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

i can't escape
this lonely traipse
through the day,
gardens of grey
and immaculate ways
to feel inane and lonely.
there's only so much
time to kill,
time to drill the boredom
out,
call the soldier 
back to his post.
and would you know it,
there's the sun again...
hiding but i'll try my
very best to find it.
Posted: 2008-08-12 14:00:19 UTC

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