Spiral rainbow

Poetic Drift

I only have little to say in store
and I promise I won’t fight another war
with myself or with that punk from next door
I rather growl and howl until I feel better
and you’ll ask me “what was the matter”
and I answer “it is in the past”
it just couldn’t possibly last
now I know
after a high
I must feel low
that is the way it goes
that is how everyone grows
and after a low
I will then feel high
make love, talk nonsense and eat pie
and then again everything will change
it is not at all one bit strange
every so often we have to rearrange