Noodles are me Although it didn't Always used to be There was a time Before When you lived We'd go out to lunch Almost everyday Where to go Usually a buffet There we had unlimited choices For dessert And we made Chow Mein memories How Asia How American That was how It used to be. Now I choose Between Spicy hot And not so hot Ramen in a cup Eat up
We lived never thinking of tomorrow Tomorrow came And you were not there The rug was pulled out from under me I was hapless and helpless Because you had done everything. I knew Our dreams would never come true I thought
We were Overly confident, Overly optimistic and completely over the top. Where was the moderation You were the orchestration You ran A one man band And I didn't know it Until I did And you died.
When I look back I have to reflect On how you really didn't want my input or point of view. You completely rejected the feminine It's true And those who followed you. You were both cowardly and misdirected And I didn't know what to do.
Now I'm down under. Never sure where i'll be Quite a journey Under attack by so many Who seem to reject my very existence I can't tell you why One demented old lady Swing a metal cane At Casper and Me Wishes to see us both dead Because we don't speak her language.
Am I understating the issues Please hand me that box of tissues Tears seem to never run out My life full of fear and doubt
A box of issues That's more like it Was God thinking 'She takes too much for granted' Let's throw in a hardy Sprinkling of despair It certainly wasn't Compassionate Care A bedeviled group home Where negativety hung heavy in the air.
Where is the beauty I pursued all my life Now only Loneliness, fear and strife
And my senses Assaulted at first Tip toeing through The littered sidewalk Where are the flowers Where are the tulips And the I saw the single survivor Hardy. Small Mellow yellow Heroically fighting their way Through the cluttered display
Distracted Everything on two wheels or more Making noise, noise and more
A cacophony of sound Never harmonizing Speed and hell bound And the voices Loud and animated Friendly and allowing
My housemates That's another story Let's just say There was a huge divide Between The outside And in One flew over the coo coos nest Had nothing on them I knew I had to get away Before they killed me With vitiole and rage.
Can I live my life backwards Where I'll have more Appreciation Be more sage And that's why they say Hindsight is 20/20 If your long range vision Is dim Or not there Better beware You could be me Well Without my creativity.