Baskadia

Amidst the mist

The morning's so chilly Can't even get a call to Billy For my hands are frozen My eyes blurred seeing everything in a dozen I hear raindrops on my roof But sleep still grips my soul Evident in my sluggish eyes Which definately tell no lies My body lays horizontally Tired both physically and mentally Can't even manage to go to the rally Nor do a simple mathematical tally I await the sunshine To shine its ray so fine So that one day i dine With the most expensive wine