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A Clogged Sink To Think
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January 2013 Wish i could secure a genie in my grasp,
rub one out so he would ask,
"what's your wish> no more wars?"
i respond "that, world peace and open up a door",
that leads me to last Spring, the ending will do fine,
cause come Summer someone perfect will be mine,
words can't define or describe how i feel towards her,
it's like with just one thought i somehow reward her,
all i ask for is one more night,
to just try, everything will be alright,
not knowing exactly where i'm headed,
ever since last August, memory is dreaded,
it must be beheaded, with no mind how can he think?
allow the memories to overflow like a clogged sink,
i must find a way to know for sure if it's over,
then and only then, will i quit being sober.
