Drastic
On a minute to minute basis,
I hope to find a new oasis.
I'm wrestling with my demons,
Because they're always scheming.
Now this bad feeling comes over me.
Zaps all of my fun and energy.
No spring, no recoil, or elastic.
Don't do something that could be drastic.
Right now I feel like a miniscule speck.
My life seems it's closer to a train wreck.
Down most of the time, just won't rise above.
You can't always save what you truly love.
I'm not the kind to act dramatic.
Don't do something considered drastic.
What's happened to me? Well- I'm sick you see.
What to do for now? Cease the blues somehow.
Reach out and give someone a call.
Before you take that giant fall.
Take my mind off these thoughts so tragic.
Don't tempt me or think I'm sarcastic.
All I really want is, a big, long hug.
Is that so bad? Love conquer this thug.
Copyright © Frank Simon | Year Posted 2006
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