At the end of the day
I've seen one more sunset
At the end of the day
I wonder how many sunsets the sun has seen
At the end of the day
My skull, it aches, ineluctably
At the end of the day
My shoes have grown one day older
At the end of the day
I've sipped six litres of water instead of five
At the end of the day
I've spent one more minute in the cloakroom today
At the end of the day
I've to call the plumber since everything leaks
At the end of the day
I've learnt one new word that I won't recall tomorrow
At the end of the day
My newspaper informs me the Arab Spring is facing eastwards
At the end of the day
I realise a building obstructs my view to the east
At the end of the day
I want to have breakfast instead of dinner
At the end of the day
I can't
At the end of the day
Everything is determined by a rule book
At the end of the day
It is always someone else who has authored the rule book
At the end of a day
I'm always a bit poorer
At the end of the day
All of us are together, finally, as we try to fall asleep
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
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At the end of the day
it reminds me of Vincent van Gogh
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