Sometimes I get cocky
When all my desires fall in train
Then while dancing in my funeral fires
I do what I deeply disdain
When all my desires fall in train
Then while dancing in my funeral fires
I do what I deeply disdain
M.S. Morrison
Someday
Ten dollars on hope
Another dollar on change
No wonder we can’t sleep
Look at the bed we have made
Don’t worry
We will get there someday
M.S. Morrison
Rhythm And Rhyme
Staring at these walls
In my room… a prisoner of the silence
On this bright and sunny afternoon
Laughing and weeping at the same time
Mixing the holy water with the wine
Paying with my penance
While winding up the rhythm and rhyme
M. S. Morrison
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