The Head Cold Trip

Snifflin’, sneezin’ away the day

Coughin’ and tearin’ that’s the way

My head cold is rulin’

Stop it.

Stop it I say.

You can’t ruin my night like you have ruined my day.

 

Here are other thoughts. Curious what you think it means.

The Journey, Maybe

Why do the pretty people in the park

Paint poison pictures reflecting my pain?

Do they know?

Speeding down the expressway of sorrow

Seeing sights of sparkling shadows

How fallacious is it all?