Sunday

This afternoon by 4 it was so dark inside that I had to switch on the light. It was drizzling most of the day. No wonder I had to find the lyrics to the next song:


When I get home it's late at night,
I'm black and bloody from my life,
I haven't time to clean my hands,
Cuts will only sting me through my dreams.
It's well past midnight as I lie
In a semi-conscious state.
I dream of people fighting me
Without any reason I can see.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
After eating I go out,
People passing by me shout.
I can't stand this agony
Why don't they talk to me?
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.
In the park I have to rest
I lie down and I do my best,
The rain is falling on my face
I wish I could sink without a trace.
In the morning I awake,
My arms my legs my body aches,
The sky outside is wet and grey,
So begins another weary day.
So begins another weary day.

footy

I shouldn´t have agreed to play, not after this week having struggled with some unknown foot injury. I played anyway, they were a man short. Soon I knew I wasn´t going to make the end, so I just waited upfront for a chance, which I got. So I scored after ten minutes and was back in the showers after 20. We won 1-4. I need rest. I´m getting old.