I woke up late one morning in the middle of the night
blinded by a glaring sudden gleaming lack of light
then I lay down and left early so that I could arrive late
at the theater where I was to meet a lover that I hate.
We ignored the movie which was really pretty fair
and I knew that he liked it less than if he had been there.
I went back to my place then, with all my friends, alone,
noticing that sober group was more than a little stoned.
They were reading record albums and listening to some books
as a blind boy stared into a mirror admiring his looks,
then a mute girl stood down in the sink and said a soliloquy
as I sat thinking 'What a shame, theres no one here but me'.
They were all so very happy that they all began to cry
and I was so glad to be alive, I couldnt wait to die.
Yes, I was very busy, didn't have a thing to do,
so just as the foot on a broken clock struck a quarter to
I went with a Catholic friend of mine to his favorite Synagogue
where twenty devout Atheists knelt singing praise to God,
but I wanted to walk in the sun so I went out in the rain
and it felt so good to be washed dry I could barely stand the pain.