I bring you poetry...

Well there is something in the air

That makes it difficult to live
The way we lived back in the days
When we had all the time to kill
It's just the wildfire burning
There's no way to put it out
Just a wildfire spreading
Through my days and through my nights
Don't ask no questions
Don't ever tell no lie
I'm so tired of explaining
Every minor detail of my life.

M.D.