Here I am adrift and forlorn
On Church Street in Orlando
Without a word to say
In the dimming lights of yesteryear…
ain’t it funny…
I grasp for twenty years gone by,
But I find only stardust
Falling loosely from my hands
As I remember the faces of the countless …
ain’t it funny…
I remember painting Ft. Lauderdale blue and red and yellow
As I drove with friends to Key West on a whim
Just to say we did
And now these memories are gray within
ain’t it funny…
these days now gone when
when I thought I would be somebody,
yet here I am
in the colored blur of time
thinking
ain’t it funny
because it ain’t, you know…it could be
I remember coffee at night with friends by my side laughing ‘bout nothing
Exploring old abandoned houses because we had nothing better to do
In places with people I will never see again because
I am lost in the taste of today, you see…
it ain’t funny, yet it is…
Today, I saw a shadow in the silhouette of the sun
With a young me staring back at me today
In the dull shine of my pupils
Trapped in lost dreams forever gone…Are they?
it was so beautiful…it was
those days when I dreamed and believed and hoped,
but I am simply entrusted
with a mere thought and a question…
ain’t it funny?
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