When I was younger, I went to school to become smart. I thought that getting smart was a rite of passage and that no one had to worry, it would happen. School was not hard for me, my body seemed to absorb knowledge, and offered me an oasis in a socially demanding environment. Now as an adult I wonder where they all are, all the kids that went to school with me. Did they get smart? Did they find it or did it find them? What about those who didn’t care? Do they care now?
As I sit, I wonder why I let my life go for a guy. I look at love and do not see A man who wants to comfort me. I must move on in my own space Thinking not of time nor place Of meeting with the next man there For my relations I don’t care.
As I sit, I look around I wonder where I can be found. Hidden here in a secret gloom I left him in the hotel room. I ran so fast I could not see The rain nor fog that followed me. So now I’m here in a new, fresh day Wishing my love and his could stay.