Take another short nap? That’s three today.
Look at the time; six, three long hours away.
Nothing left to do; I’ll pound on my keys.
I’ve three hours to kill before I sleep.
Depression is just a state of my mind;
Just thinking things over, an axe to grind.
Who am I hurting, who really cares?
I’ll pound on my keys of my soul’s despair.
© 2011 Michael Yost