
We‘re a swarm of toilers
coughed up from the gear
and flushed into the hiatus.
So we trip into dusk
but still in a daze
from the humdrum.
The revelry is wide and tempting.
And I evade the herd
to hole up on my sofa.
We‘re a swarm of toilers
coughed up from the gear
and flushed into the hiatus.
So we trip into dusk
but still in a daze
from the humdrum.
The revelry is wide and tempting.
And I evade the herd
to hole up on my sofa.