Poem of the Day
Apr. 4th, 2009 08:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gweneiriolI hate the person you become when I’ve had too much to drink, You never keep my mouth shut.
Most nights I sputter out like an engine under-oiled and overworked, But I think I’ll be fine.
Doubt does strange things when you’re hanging by a string.
I may look so assured, but I’m just like you, or worse.
Meanwhile, outside on the street all those once familiar scenes become empty store fronts.
As all your friends you used to know pack all their things and sell their clothes, you’ve got to pay your way out.
Doubt does strange things when you’re hanging by a string.
I may look so assured, but I’m just like you, or worse.
I’m just like you, or worse.
-William Beckett
Most nights I sputter out like an engine under-oiled and overworked, But I think I’ll be fine.
Doubt does strange things when you’re hanging by a string.
I may look so assured, but I’m just like you, or worse.
Meanwhile, outside on the street all those once familiar scenes become empty store fronts.
As all your friends you used to know pack all their things and sell their clothes, you’ve got to pay your way out.
Doubt does strange things when you’re hanging by a string.
I may look so assured, but I’m just like you, or worse.
I’m just like you, or worse.
-William Beckett
