So here I sit, desperately trying to not be a poor excuse for a working man.
Ruminations of a Working Man: Here I Sit
Et Spes Somnium
In this dazed, ulterior state I find it easy to lose my sight It is difficult to placate Simply living is an onerous plight When all that is innate Escapes me out of spite My heart this life cannot sate When dreams only last for the night
December Rose 