I sit in a shack
singing the so me song
I do not see things
white or black
Nor do I , my brains rack
just minding my wisecracks
in my so me song...
grooving.....
trying to get my rythmn back
so I sit and hum
and wildly strum....
freely .....with.....
no mysteries to crack
no bags to pack
no points to jack.
just.......
a little stylish tack
a little head whack
few winks in the sack
my song is back
chugging on soulful tracks.
Me and my so me song.
now that wasn't so hard to crack ?......;)
YOU ARE READING
Someone......
PoetryFor the one.......in dreams and in thoughts....close by ...yet far away.....all this is for you.....:))
