THURSADaY
A Calendar day, a leaf upon the wall for some, they pencil in the activities for the daylight frogs the best that it can be for me is selfish misery for day is not complete without the nameless worry that eye keep.
A ride upon a cloud, a searching moral inventory have eye become the righteous man have eye neglected Glory? NO! Eye am still just what eye am still just eye for eye and lamb for lamb. The day is not entirely mine e'en so eye own it all or just my small part of day I stay on my own nose and watch just what eye say and keep my ears all closed to the attitude of gangers on the loose as they justify the worm. There is nothing more to say so on eye say say on? There is the storm eye found the center of the storm I kept my mind and heart eye searched for GOD. To look for him in others today I did see one she sat next to me on bus but still she just ignored the love and never spoke to me, she left me cold as a cold fishing stone and did not glance at me or follow love . This story seldom told of people that we meet the blind man was polite but told a off-color joke, and ladies laugh but I do not even smoke. ON this my Thursady.
