Some
Days,
I long
To
Leave
The
Path
I tread,
And
Live
In
Books
I’ve
Read.
Another
Time,
A
Different
Space,
A
Face
To
Take
The
Place
Of
One
I lost.
I’d
Count
The
Cost
Well
Spent
When
My
Efforts
Seem
So
Bent,
I can’t
Find
My
Way,
But
Here
I stay.
Time
Holds
Me
Fast,
And
What
The
Hell,
This
Day
Won’t
Last.