March 15th, 2015

Something's planted within me
Some kind of unknown sprout
I can remember what I am worrying about
One Sunday evening I'm filled with this doubt
But I can't remember what I am worrying about

And the angst is not that bad
But it lasts for a while
Like being strangled by a small but determined child
The grayness, it's wild
The silence, it's wild
So I sit by a piano and music helps for a while

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo