And a head that aches with hypertension
The night's cold is a blessing
But the terrible roads are a curse
I woke today, and there was working
Spent in ramblings just to earn my pay
The evening could have brought me calm
But the transit is making me restless
I hate stepping out of the house
The woods may be lovely I know
I don't subscribe to the feels of such love
For being out of home is what I hate
This though I can bear after all
A friend is always nice to see after ages
Maybe deep within me there is warmth
So I brush of the evening and its cold
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