And I woke up at your front door again <br />Wondering how I always seem to end up back with you <br />But I guess I shouldn’t write music to those words I don’t know <br />Or phrases about not having enough time <br />When none of us ever had any time <br />So I ask myself why we fight for things we will never live to see <br />When we could so easily lay back and enjoy <br />All the things that were given to us for free <br />But maybe im just thinking too much <br />Maybe I just don’t want to work <br />For people that I don’t respect or would never support<br /><br />Chris Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-16/
