Perplexed
It’s hard to tell anymore
If that’s you knocking at my door
With my blurry view
I really haven’t a clue
I just want to believe
in me, before it’s my time leave
I am again a child
Innocent and wild
Are the roses really red?
What was it you said?
I want to kiss you
But they tell me you're already dead
Now I’m hanging on by a silver thread
I don’t know what lies ahead
So please give me my daily bread
And tell me it’s all in my head
What in the world can be next?
Do not dare ask me; I am perplexed
Copyright © Karen Dominick | Year Posted 2010
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