private. life.

slip down to under happenstance person woolf clothing man red ed bed ted
fed down to my head some poison from the sky
said it was raining cats and dogs oh my
and they pounded and they pounded
like the wolf at the door, craving them
floating the air, flying falling it's all the same
we are all just trying to mask our actual thoughts because we know inside it isn't worth anything
i'm not sorry i met you
i'm not sorry its over
i'm not sorry there's nothing to say
at this moment in time several decade miles away he's tuning his guitar
prepping for the big moment, waiting to sing his heart out
this is it, he thinks. my final moment
to shine.