I have nothing to write though,
still, coz you’re on my mind,
and nothing have I to lose,
coz, nothing have I to find, and so…
The day passed walkin’ da same old lane,
And turns no new did I make
Hopes and plans went all in vain
As I failed to find my break…
The sun had fun, did many a sin,
Now it wanes, bid it adieu,
And I’ve retained my usual grin,
For what else have I got to do?
Taking in the same old tune,
Muse when the muse will knock my door.
Numb will be my senses soon,
And I’ll be off to another shore!!
