everything may take a while
but i am sure it will be fine
you know how it is
these things just take a little time

in the middle of a nightmare
it does not take long
before the bedside lamp turned on

i walked home in the pouring rain
did not feel the cold
there is a corner,
and i know i can turn it

well here is my resignation
written in stone and not in tears
i have been at your beck and call
i have been serving you for years

i am going to try
to give it my best
i will be a ship
not a shipwreck

another day,
the messiah’s son smiles
i was sure he would live by his sword
i was sure he would wait a while

torn between then and now
torn between somebody and somehow
torn between heart and falling part

is it you?
or is it me?
perched like fledglings
on the edge of sanity