Morning dawns bright and fair
and I'm stuck where I am, right here.
I don't know what I should do,
and can't figure out why I'm so blue.
The night is gone, it ended
while my life feels so upended.
I wish it were still Sunday
and that I could stay out and play.
The summer has now gone,
this is not where I belong.

09/26/1990

Author's Note: ... old angst.....

Posted on 07/04/2010
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