anxiousAnother year.
Another spring.
Another fall.
A ting a ling, my dear,
And beer for all.
The same old blight
Of life, for all I care,
Another day and night
Beyond repair.
Yet in the mornin’ hour
That rising star,
Could be the hope of yours.
Where do you start?
How do you break routine
That’s up to here
And make your boredom
Vanish, disappear?
No fear, go West my boy,
Just go West
And find your quest.
Ahoy, go find your quest!