Eric’s guitar strums the blues
I’m still snoring as my eyes open
My neck stretched in the wrong direction
My mind lonely for some words
I struggle up the stairs
Each footfall meanders
To this poem
Eric’s guitar strums the blues
I’m still snoring as my eyes open
My neck stretched in the wrong direction
My mind lonely for some words
I struggle up the stairs
Each footfall meanders
To this poem
Words I love to write 