Tunnelling underground...

Looking for shelter, from the helter skelter, downward spiral, I don't 'do' winter and autumn's in full swing. At endystorey time tonight all the views were losing light... I can't display my lovely city, when it's drowning in my self pity. Dismay embodies all I see, I know it is me that I should free. I have to stop this tragic flow, for down's the way I don't want to know, down's the direction with a negative inflection, normally i'm all so glass half-full, I guess a rest may help, I suggest, i'm tired it's true, I do confess.

Dog-tired Sly, on the fly...

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