(Listening to too much Les Misrables)
May 20, 2023
I find myself alone in this bedroom,
I find my dignity strewn upon the floor.
I lost my direction when I looked out the window,
I lost myself just outside that door.
And I can’t seem to find my bearings,
I reach out but there is no helping hand.
There is no railing on which to lean upon,
My legs can’t even help me stand.
And still, I find myself dreaming of you,
A savior in my mind and not reality.
And still, I find fleeting hope by pretending,
Ignoring that it was all just a memory.
There is nothing you can do,
There is nothing left to say.
I don’t want to be left alone,
But there is a debt that I must pay.
There is nothing left to do,
There is nothing you can say.
I guess we all just die alone,
And it is the reaper that we all pay.
And the darkness closes around me,
I know soon the ache will disappear.
Maybe I can find some rest and solitude,
A perfect dream with nothing to fear.
And still, I find myself dreaming of you,
A savior in my mind though not reality.
And still, I find fleeting hope by pretending,
Ignoring that it was all just a distant memory.