Thursday, November 12, 2009

I don't Have to try..




Shackled up on a plastic chair,
On a Thursday Morning…
Routine affair.
A broken pen ..And an unfinished song..
I had sat wondering..All Night Long.
Got places to go..Forgotten promises to stand by.
‘Tis I slowly realize..As the rickety clock ticks by..

Sigh..Shackled up on a plastic chair,
Suddenly thoughtless on a Thursday Morning..
Routine affair.