Saturday, April 09, 2011

So unoriginal, but so familiar ...



I'm ill with a fever, I feel like a child
I lay in the dark 'til morning came.
And it's so unoriginal
But I feel it worse at night
And I know it's not terminal
But I'm near half dead with fright
And freezing cold.

But sooner than wake up
To find it all unchanged
I'll sleep through the day till the daylight ends.
'Cos it's so familiar
As it comes around again
The same taste to everything
The same unbroken chain
That still remains.

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