So peculiar you're way too familiar. Oh and so hard to ignore. But somehow it makes sense. That this acquaintance. Keeps me coming back for more. . Then suddenly you got me.
Sunday, Sunday. The one day I revere. Sunday, Sunday. Let no one interfere. . Six days a week, waiting. I spend waiting to be spending. Sunday, Sunday.
So I find myself and what I became. Having nowhere else to lay the blame. The darker side of me in my discovery. The shadow and the frame are indeed the same.