July 2012

It’s been twenty-four years
And my light is spent
On the first
Eight hours a day

And I can’t get to sleep
With these songs in my head

I wrote them a year ago
And then an hour ago
Sat up and feared
They were gone

(Since when was the last time
I sat and played? Just played?)

And how can I know
But to go through them all
Singing upside down
The songs that were once mine

And lined my mind
Every day with space and light

I had the space to play
The light to write by
And now they’re spent
The first eight hours a day