The Happy Hobo.

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

5:47am.


Watched the sky as it turned blue; from grey it said hello how are you.
Such crap how I start thee, but couldn't stop. Just couldn't stop.
I hear birds chirp, like from some place near me, and I see you fly away,
Quick, goin in circles, like lost in the wind.

I got mad, in the silence of the night,
I whispered it to the wind,
Waiting, waiting
But alas, you didn't hear.

You're too hard to handle,
If you want it,
Then let it be.

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