Thursday, July 23, 2009

Strange Bedfellows

I've always tried to keep my baggage light, but lately I can't seem to fit it on the overhead rack...

"Strange Bedfellows"

I went to bed with a stranger
Woke ruined and diseased
Sold my soul
For momentary happiness
And now I can't rid myself

I went to bed with a stranger
Trusted my heart not to fall
Not to ask
For its desires
But the heart trumps the mind
And now I can't rid myself

I went to bed with a stranger
Woke up with myself
Lonely and bitter
Like the single drink
I'll have today
In an attempt to momentarily forget
That I'm a little bit older
Yet foolish like the young
I try to influence
With my stories of old;
What is rain without clouds?
Song without note?
My bed without a stranger
In the balance of things ...

I went to bed with a stranger
Discovered a little more of myself
Good and bad
Crazy and sane
All of them so beautiful
I'd do it all again
If I could rid myself
I'd do it all again
If I could rid
My
Self...
©2009clarencecbess

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