Been on too long
Now it’s gotten too warm
But my black Winter jacket
Is still being worn
In the soft heat of Spring
Now I’m starting to sweat
But there’s nowhere to put
This worn out regret
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Been on too long
Now it’s gotten too warm
But my black Winter jacket
Is still being worn
In the soft heat of Spring
Now I’m starting to sweat
But there’s nowhere to put
This worn out regret