Another Day to Come
Sitting on a loose board, in a tatered
old hay loft, I sit and smell the sweet smell of freshly opened
hay, I gaze into the melting sunset, thinking about the day's
happenings,
I think about another day, another day that will never come,
It's a day that only exists in my dreams, A day, that will never
come to be, All of these mixed emotions fade to the back of
my mind, They will come to haunt me later, All that matters
is me keeping my balance on my broken board, in the hay loft,
in my own little corner.
