tired legs
tired mind
slow thoughts
falling behind
but it's alright
but it's ok
as i don't have anything to say
i just want to clean it all
then go back home and
fall.
some kind of cathartic experience
to push and pull out old feelings so tense
and suddenly nothing and all it makes sense
and i don't even care if i'm becoming dense
so many people
so many lives
a cleaner - a shadow - moving through
and she sighs
tomorrow it's friday
oh, i will drink beer
these busy weeks
make my weekends seem freer
