I can't seem to escape this falling feel
in the quite moments when my awareness gets real
it seems I'm falling thru the days like a leaf
and I can't seem to land to get some relief.
Ah, why would I want to come to this place in my life
so sad and confused and distressed by the knife.
It never seemed to me that it'd be like this,
the knife that divides our fun from our pain,
and its come down on the wrong side again.
I wonder, in flashes, as the days whirl by
if I can get it back, the way that I got high,
by looking in loving detail at all that went by.
gallagher
28 Aug 76
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —