When I Am Here

When I am here, I am not there. What I say here, is not what I mean there. Undress my heart and see take out the line and reel, so you make too feel what I say, and mean, and do over here, and not over there. January brings light snow. The clouds hang low, and I sit so still, like a marble block waiting to the morning pill of Reality. My hair is messy, and my attitude is sometimes fussy, I cannot hold a note to save my dying life, and I cannot even gloat, those girls go on and quote after quote, after quote, they live over there, when I am over here.