Lost

Occasionally, I arouse an unaccountable dislike Even from those who love me I don't give any reasons, none at all. Maybe that's a reason. But then why don't I dislike them? I have no desire for perfection at all It might seem pretentious, but it's true. I accept everything as it comes. This insidious advice I heard from the Doors when I was a kid. A variation on the theme of time And an echo of the end. Everything ends, and not according to a timetable For there's no timetable, though someone sees it And knows when my train is coming But will I attend in time, depends on a happy occasion. The train will take me to the plane. I’ll make a change, to get to you. Otherwise, there’s no me. Maybe its for the better No one will be troubled to notice Such a subtle matter, as someone's absence. Seems that I lost the thread of What I was talking about. Nevermind. Just take me as I am You know me better than I know myself Now I feel like a scallop on a scree, who lost the shell Rescue me under your shade Look at me with your loving look That I know so exceedingly well Give us a chance, while we are here Who knows for how long this time.