Each night I sit alone and ponder my fate
since it seems I have no one with to debate.
I could convince myself I'm a god or just a mild leper
or a beggar to a winning high rolling stroll stepper.
Maybe I could convince myself that there's room on top
because without someone there is hints to drop.
When your all away by your lonesome
and somehow you feel you've grown some.
Where you come to think that it's just you and no one else.
Where you can stuff admiration and bigotry up on the shelf.
Keep the world at bay with your drapes and blinds
and keep it all to the inside where you do the finds.
Keep reality away with a sheet of Mylar
while you hide away and let someone else drive the car.
A world away from reality holds it own draw
since it seems that we're only left with the short straw.
Maybe it's just something to drop and call it your own
to see the future and how far from your past you've grown.
Maybe friends are just lessons about yourself
to see where you set them up on your shelf.
Do you just think that the world will let you bide time alone
sitting around watching TV and not answering the phone?

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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