days of the week . listening to echoes of past

Yeah i was the one
Who got into
trivialties of the heart

escaped the mind for a day
If not a couple hours
that's what they promised, anyway.

I am trying to get back to the real
the automatice writing
the uncaged foal
she lis dormant on the grass

I lie there willingly
laying there lie the loving fool

like the pictures of past
we see the cliff
we keep on walking
to what?