Can you see me?
Here I am
Stuck in the morning rush hour
With breakfast coffee on my breath
And rain smearing my windshields
Norah Jones is on
And I’m staring straight ahead
Fumbling for sense in the swirl of thoughts
That drown me even more so than the falling rain
Can you see me?
Here I am
(Because sometimes we need witnesses to our lives for a sense of validation)
Enough said here.
