I don't want to jinx anything
On a heavy windy morning
Autumn came late, for me,
the price you pay to stay in bed,
the years have gone by so quickly,
what time is this?
On a bike to work, on a windy day,
took me more than I had to.
God is torturing me because maybe
I deserved it. I couldn't help
the bird with a broken wing.
Walking away from me, I wondered
where it went, as I worked the
eight hour shift. I smiled, and smiled
and nobody knew. And that's
how it should be. But I wasn't
taught real life in school. I had
to learn how to survive by myself.
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