My life is like a vine
It loops around in a funny line
Day in and day out
Its kinda of hard to think about
Oh sorry I spaced out for a second.
Honeslty I should have beckoned
We should take a walk some day
But not this sunday
Maybe though a garden
oh look that guy got a pardon
Where am I going with this poem
This might be a omen
Hey have I meantioned that my life is like a vine?