It's been 5 days since I've written anything And the scraggles of hair that line my jaw Show that it's been 5 days since I've done anything Rhyme anything with anything And hope to bring some silence To the demons in my mind And the silence surrounding
Never have I thought of this As being the life that I would live But now that it is what it is I'll always remember the kids
And watching your avoiding eyes As I say "Hi" You say "Goodbye" And that's the end of history That's the end of herstory
And now I'm wondering Where the hell I'm left at And what the hell I'm left with On the corner of confused and confidence
I just realized how long it's been since I've written. Not that you've expected anything, but I'm a little disappointed that it's taken so long for me to feel like writing. I guess it is what it is.