Way Past Five If I had but a bit of energy There might be a spark But it's light would destroy the moment. Destruction enough will come In time. Instead, so better to wait And let the acrid smell of burning coffee Fill the cubicles.
Way Past Five
If I had but a bit of energy There might be a spark But it's light would destroy the moment. Destruction enough will come In time. Instead, so better to wait And let the acrid smell of burning coffee Fill the cubicles.
Copyright 2003 Bret Lowery