But Who’s Counting?

I am doing what I feel is right.

Sometimes all I am doing is just killing the night.

What has changed from the way things were before?

Now I care and I am cared for.

But a lot of my friends have drifted away.

It’s easier to kill a night than it is to kill a day.

Maybe it’s me, I am keeping things at arms-length.

I am counting only on myself for inner strength.

I picked up to be here because I didn’t know where to go.

At some point, I will have to check out, destination: “I don’t know”.

Yet, maybe the Divine has a design for me.

I prefer polka dots over paisley.