How naive of I to think
everything would be fine

at least I had today

I'm still not sure of
what is happening all around me
The tables turn too fast

I don't know what you said
I don't know what you did
I don't know what you see
I don't know what happened

All I know is that things change
                                                                         too fast
Things keep happening
Things that keep slipping out of my

         *small fragile hands