Good leap day morning, Threaders, Threadheads, and all in between. Coffee helps, black, hot.
One extra day.
Twenty four hours more.
Walk with me, a little…
One extra day
And it’s not okay
To feel this way
No, it’s not okay
Stop telling me it’s fine
Walking this thin line
Because there’s time
More time to rhyme
I had enough
But still I take this path
Again, and again rough
Tired of being tough
An extra day long
Yet another song
Closed eyes sing along
Tired of being strong
An extra day
And I try to sway
My pain away
As light fades to gray
Waving a wand
Ever more this brand
Renewed strand
Renewed in my hand
Whatever for
Twenty four more
Of this folklore
Washed on the shore
Like a spell
I know so well
Of all things to tell
When things told fell
In the abyss my soul became
Holding the flame
Shaking off the shame
Holding off the blame
An extra turn around
Never to be found
In headlines bound
Where truth is ground
Into grains of sand
Running through my hand
Just another band
Playing on this stand
Wrapped around my wrist
Washed in the myst
With a clenched fist
Looking at my list
Of things to do
Of places I wish to
Have been too
Of memories untrue
Just an extra day
To be blue…
Let me tell you
It’s no miracle
Without you.
Hurry up. We’re gonna be late.
#OakiesLittleWords
