Who I am today is who yesterday wanted
Provoked again, I’m easily taunted
And there’s nothing, nothing, nothing I want more
Than to pause before I open the next door
But I can’t help it, I’m tomorrow’s whore
I just want one measly minute
To watch the clouds go by
To smell the wildflowers
To listen to the birds signing
To rest my eyes and bask
Is it too much to ask?
They said go to school, work hard, get a job
Dress sharp, be polite, never be a slob
Remember your manners
Think it through, be a planner
And remember, child:
Short term pain brings long term gain
Delay gratification, never be vain
Deny every pleasure
Hoard every treasure
Never look back, always use tact
Take every opportunity
Act with impunity
But never be rude, never be crude
Never untoward, always move forward
And I did, and I did, and I did
Until today was gone, stale and insipid
The calendar pages
Are strewn about the floor
Like autumn leaves
And I can’t believe
That it’s gone, gone, gone
I ask myself:
“Where did my yesterdays go?”
“Is today mine?”
“Am I here?”
Please let me be here
Please let me be here
Please let me be
Let me be
Please