Nineteenth
Sunday, 20 November 2011 at November 20, 2011
How interesting, whatever that was in my head the night before all when out of control.
I came to make more and more mistakes willingly.
There I went and I came, you came, we went and have something, to fill.
Had your album in my player, listening to it throughout my journey to there.
I saved a little, now no more, I have a few that I spilled.
As and when I tried to have it closer, it was fairer than fair.
I have to sleep and sleep it off.
I have to plan that it won't go off.
It was stupid from how you and I sees it.
I am as imbecile like you think.
I don't know,
Sometimes I know,
That the time and the world revolves and evolves along the same line.
