To the Basement
To the basement
Down the stairs
To the basement
Where I keep my memories
I go down and clean them
When there’s nothing on T.V.
Somewhere down below me
Everybody sleeps
And they have clean clear memories
When there’s nothing on T.V.
In the deepest ocean
Where I hide my pride
In the Devil’s Forest
Where I bide my time
It’s the small things
that make the big things work
and it’s the small things
that really hurt
Something starts
Something ends
And starts up again
Something breaks
Something bends
At the start and the end
Copyright © Greig Turnbull | Year Posted 2018
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