Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Religiocity Jane

The windows paint your house
In gentle summer colours
As we idle on our bikes
Another year has come
And gone quietly to the past

The winds blow through your roof
With chilly, prying fingers
You lie curled up on the couch
Hands in control of the remote
Hiding from your trainreck life

Jane, you've lost your way again
Did you glance the other way
When the sunlight bled to rain?
We can see your pain so plain
In your haunted expression
You've learned your lesson

Waking screaming from nightmares
Where the past is catching the present
And you have nowhere
The sheets cling coldly
In the empty night air.

Struggling through a day
Of doing math on the path
Prescribed for you
Who knew a job was so much effort?
Who knew your world has crumbled to its knees?

Jane, you've lost your way again
Did you glance the other way
When the sunlight bled to rain?
We can see your pain so plain
In your haunted expression
You've learned your lesson

Jane, you look so miserable today
Did you open the curtains
To see the sun rising?

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