Mostly, I知 Not Around
By Anne Stott

I tripped over myself on the way to nowhere
Hanging on to love that I couldn稚 spare
To find there痴 no cure for all these doubts so
Mostly, I知 not around

I watch the night like an injured hawk
Thinking of the prey that I once caught
Knowing my days are counting down
Mostly, I知 not around

The tide rolled in a few years of history
The sand gave way to distant memories
My foot prints were lost without a sound
Mostly I知 not around

I looked up at God and I said when do I get out
God glared back and gave me a frown
So I知 on this shelf at the lost and found
Mostly I知 not around


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