Monday, January 19, 2009
busy busy busy
7:21 PM
Work we all have it, even if we start to stray from it
Work is work we can never escape it, we have to go to it from a certain age up
Work is everywhere from here there to the trees on soul’s tear
But no matter what we’re forced to place our heads into that working state
Even if our minds would rather go bare we tear our ways thorough out despair
No-matter the age work is for all from childhood play to distant fray
We train our minds to coup with this type of play so we don’t have to go insane
Peoples work can be in different terms of sight
Can be able to determent the next type of flight in distant minds
Work can desire out of minds to the innards of time from the simplest of minds
Could create to temples of worked plated bines
Like me I have work not the paying kind yet it’s more important to me
Than my well being of my mind as it Desiree’s my land of ties
Work can make me sign my life into twisted brines so this means this will be mine
Ha….that’s work for ya