on a cold Saturday
It's freezing, and I've left my sweater in the wash
due to tomato sauce.
But I do not mind it much, for I know sometime, or someday I'll get
a mocha, or an ice cream sundae
and it won't be worth the wait
hell with it
life isn't perfect, is it?
sometimes I wonder
sometimes I know
I often wish when I wonder things I've known before
I knew them then
Confused, dearest? so it goes
it may be better to be confused
than to understand