Is that what it all is
When the words come
Long and strained
All over my brain
I am drained
Yet I find a hope
In words
That can only be thus
From a poem or a word
Said
So I would rather
Blather
Than
Not
Is that what it all is
When the words come
Long and strained
All over my brain
I am drained
Yet I find a hope
In words
That can only be thus
From a poem or a word
Said
So I would rather
Blather
Than
Not
Yes, same dear friend.
Glad to know I am not the only one… Thanks for the note. Wishing you a great day. Cheers! NP