To the coming of fall ... and all it entails.


Image via here
The hustle and bustle, the hustle and bustle, its starting to get on my nerves. 
I slept but two winks and a blink on the sheets and now I'm getting what I verily deserves. 

No patience for peds or graces for friends, I'm fried and I need to relax.
Maybe a cool pillow or sweet lemonade, but definitely no more radio about tax.

I chuckle and smile when I think of my thoughts, so impatient and mildly annoyed,
but I know that I'm silly and can't take it too seriously when tomorrow I know is a joy.