Days with a Daisy
Am I crazy? / I walk down the street and my ears fill with noises / And sometimes I run until my vision gets hazy.
Am I crazy? / I walk down the street and my ears fill with noises / And sometimes I run until my vision gets hazy.
Climbing the steps one foot at a time \ He fell short of just one. \ But it is a part of the paradigm \ So I convince him that his journey is far from done.
It was pink / like the flowers he buys his wife. / It was not uniform.