I don't want to be singled
-out again. all hours of
the night again.
In the rain-
standing out
standing out in the rain-
standing out
like a sore
like a thumb
like a sore thumb.
In the hail
like a sore thumb in the hail
It's hailing now and I'll be
hailing a hitchhike back to misery
-inevitably.
I don't want to fall
no not after that difficult haul,
And I don't want to fall down again
like an upright domino always
knocking over others around me.
We'll see.
Maybe I could,
no,
Maybe I could stand alone,
but no,
Before long a swift breeze will hit me
-inevitably.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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