the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

A Little Bit of Self-Preservation

Every morning you wake
With worry in your hair,
And concern on your chest,
And burden on your shoulders.
But it's thrown off with the covers
Of your skin getting older,
So actions come bolder
And others come dead
And you comb out the rest
With the bed in your head.

We have mirrors for mirrors
So we're never alone
And we count up the reasons
To never leave home.
And then dies suspense
When you count up your cents:
There's one for your blessings,
Two for your views,
Three for the wheel,
And four to see clues.

And every day is another chance
To ask life for just one more dance
And when she asks to what kind
You respond in combo:
A little bit of mambo,
A little bit of jive,
And a little bit of staying alive...

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