I wander about my abode
As if I was dragging a heavy load
Coughing and gagging along the way
Hoping for a better day
Sooner or later I’ll be well
When that will happen is hard to tell
By end of day, my medicine kicks in and I feel well
By morning time, I’m back in hell
I know that all stories come to a close
It’s either the illness or me I suppose.
