I'd think it a sign from the gods I think <br />If I were a little bit less of a cynic. <br />Tonight something broke in the back of my mind <br />And in the noise of the shower I cried and <br /> <br />Wailed I suppose. <br />I think I'm a little bit lost. <br /> <br />I fell to my knees, its cliched but its true. <br />It felt like hours before I stood up. <br />Sitting thinking, the water long cold. <br />Of tomorrow and tomorrow and <br /> <br />Quailed I suppose. <br />I think I'm a little bit lost. <br /> <br />And treatise after treatise came filtering by <br />balancing all in mind and in time <br />I wondered where my buoyancy was <br />But that ships long <br /> <br />Sailed I suppose <br />I think I'm a little bit lost. <br /> <br />Funny you should mention Bright eyes <br />Funny that tonight I begged for help <br />From my condensation white tile ceiling. <br />And sat down to find a poem waiting. <br /> <br />I once promised a gentleman I'd write him a poem <br />But he beat me to it twice over <br />(several times over if truth be known, I don't think he knows <br />What he Gives)<br /><br />Lauren Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-sad-things-for-sweet-men/
