28 May, 2006

joyride

Deb

On a joyride here I go again
where it will take me round the bend
I can’t control the urge to spend
everytime I say it won’t happen again
It makes me feel good at the time
when I spend it all it feels like a crime
up very early, I don’t need much sleep
off to the shops to see what’s cheap
I feel at peace with the sun on my face
the depression is gone after a year of waste
I know it won’t last so I’m greatful just to be
happy for this moment that lays upon me

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