I'd think it a sign from the gods I think
If I were a little bit less of a cynic.
Tonight something broke in the back of my mind
And in the noise of the shower I cried and

Wailed I suppose.
I think I'm a little bit lost.

I fell to my knees, its cliched but its true.
It felt like hours before I stood up.
Sitting thinking, the water long cold.
Of tomorrow and tomorrow and

Quailed I suppose.
I think I'm a little bit lost.

And treatise after treatise came filtering by
balancing all in mind and in time
I wondered where my buoyancy was
But that ships long

Sailed I suppose
I think I'm a little bit lost.

Funny you should mention Bright eyes
Funny that tonight I begged for help
From my condensation white tile ceiling.
And sat down to find a poem waiting.

I once promised a gentleman I'd write him a poem
But he beat me to it twice over
(several times over if truth be known, I don't think he knows
What he Gives)

Lauren Michaels

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