February 20, 2020
My cup is almost full, and I don't think I could, take another ounce of this rain called life
This flood is at my rim, if you push me it might spill,
and bring the darkness into light....
If it falls to the ground, it will spread through this town,
and wet a thousand tongues
That will sing like birds, adding nouns and twisting verbs, building sentences when only a phrase was sung.....
I would give you a sip, but I know it will drip, and turn a mole hill into a mountain
This is a load that you can't carry, because every Tom Dick, and Harry will be drinking from your fountain.......