I felt funny this morning,
as I walked through my house,
you-lessly,
and
I felt funny this morning,
as I drove in my car,
you-less.
Bits and pieces of my life,
did flash before my eyes,
and
I found myself standing
on a beach,
covered with shells,
and these shells,
they were my life,
strewn about,
to and froe,
totally scattered by
the winds of time,
in every direction.
Empty shells,
by the score,
and more
and more,
far as eyes
can see,
and farther,
and I sifted through
the massive piles,
and tried to sort out,
and find meaning,
you-lessly.
and I sifted through
the massive piles,
and tried to sort out,
and find meaning,
you-lessly.