I wrote this song. I swear, I did.
You know how
some days feel awful
and it’s not the day itself to blame
it comes to the smells, and sounds,
and you feel like you woke up
on a day you’ve experienced previously,
one where you know everything
that’s waiting to happen,
and you just wait for the sidewalk
to fall out from under you
all over again
Slightly fallen from grace, and now, Baudelaire, Keats, Yeats, and Neruda, on their respective ways.