One foot out the door
and I hear the boiling kettle
A guitar and a music score
but my voice is still little
The gas turned off
Now I'm thirsty for tea
Autotune for the playoff?
Antis just won't agree
Chamomile calms the thoughts
Seek the fridge for an apricot
Honey water to ease the clots
Now only left the nerves in knot
Mug and plate in the sink
Dark clouds outside made me rethink
Guitar back in it's case with a clink
Maybe another day I will sing
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A poem about having second thoughts and giving excuses to avoid dealing with any situation.
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