Ive got some news for you
When is enough enough?
I cant believe its true
You say Ive got nothing to do
Chasing the cats around
Playing Sweet Child O Mine
I say Ill be fine
Ill sit here and make my sound
I dream of you at times
In a separated reality
A lost sense of rhymes
It lacks form and totality
I am unprepared
This moon state I stared
Its just repressed fears
Ive thrown those away for years
I could see you
Desperately looking for answers
I wanted to help
How long before you come up for air
I'm not at all through
Dont delay all the dancers
Rank me high on your Yelp
This song is an example I care
Copyright 2025 Sean Ferree
