(This was never completed)
It’s war
Today is the 40th day of the war
40 days since it started
40 days since I were 26
40 days since I became 62
I swear to everything
I have grown so much
My back and neck keep hurting
The nerves in my legs are throbbing
My temper has become so short tempered
I am always in the mood for wiseness
And I even chose sleep over you
See, 40 days of war
But 40 years have passed since
I lost so many things
And i’m not talking about my house