Saturday, January 21, 2006
Saturday night
What are you doing listening to Sinatra on a Saturday night ?Coming back from sickbed you continue to toil
in restless pursuits, wallow in false agony and snicker on senseless joy.
What will it be ? Remembering tomorrow will be another hobby.
The more I try, the more I fail. The more I cry the more I die.
Stop. Pause some more. Let it be me, who will emerge in victory.
