Two AM and I’m here again
Said that it was OK, don’t know
It should be, but I don’t know
The answers seen so easy
But the questions get in the way
Yes I care, yes it bothers me, I . . .
No I can’t stop you, wouldn’t try
Don’t know how I’ll feel today

Three AM and I’m still here
And you are, you are still there
You should be, but I don’t know
If I have a right to or not to care
You can’t, I can’t, we won’t
But maybe someday someone will
I’m here and your there, still
Today, I don’t know how I feel

Four AM and I’m not a me
And not an us, them, or we
We should be, but I don’t know
If I have a right to want or dream
Want to need and need to be or seem
Does this describe the you or the I
As we say we do, but can’t or don’t
Is this what I feel, or can I really know

Five AM and the world is here
I try today, will still feel, I don’t know
I try today, will still feel, I don’t know
I try today, will still feel, I don’t know
Six AM and I’m no longer in control
I try today, will still feel, I don’t know
I try today, will still feel, I don’t know
I try today, will still feel, I don’t know
Seven AM
What is real? I don’t know!
What is real? I don’t know!
What is real? I don’t know!

I wake up, it’s two AM
Raise up in my bed to look around
Hug my tear stained pillow and
Try to remember the dreams of the clown
I try today, will still feel, I don’t know
Still echoes through the canyons in my head
What is real? I don’t know!
To no one there, is that really what I said?
I try today, will still feel, I don’t know
I try today, will still feel, I don’t know
I try today, will still feel, I don’t know

 

© 1997   Tim D. Coulter Sr.