Long winter weeds of disarray this summer’s day
our lady of confusion’s in town and Rose, as always
seems to have her way
I’m too much here … I want to get away
I need to run in the morning’s cold crisp light
I need to sit alone in the evenings, hold my emotions tight
I’m getting too torn apart
by all these plays of love.
Sometimes I wake up and wonder
how did I come to be here where the hours can turn
each days another confusion, pain in my mind
I think that I am getting a little worn.
gallagher
09 september 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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