All I think about are rubies. At work I think about rubies. At home I think about rubies. At church I think about rubies. Now I am in bed and I am within a breath of digging out the rubies and just letting them fall.
I know rubies are wrong but the really sort me out and I can tell no-one. I have nothing to tell. I have no words, no feelings. Just rubies.
It's all for nothing. It will always come back toy rubies and the digging. It's always that. Nothing more. Looking for something else will never work. It's always the rubies.
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