things don't always go as planned
wind keeps blowing
i'm a grain of sand
i stand with the ring around my head
bed has the impression that i didn't sleep alone
phone hasn't rang but somebody called
didn't check the mail but i can tell
that a letter has been sent to me
written in stone
i'm grown but i feel alone
sometimes my mind screams in different directions
messages to teach me lessons
blessings that keep me guessing
confessing my thoughts to anybody that will listen
whistling gristle on the patty in front of me
heat of the fries keeps on reminding me
that the timer on the pies keeps me awake
can't wait to hit the break room with this shamrock shake