Maybe it's all in my head

A day in a life

Maybe it's all in my head

 

I went walking though the world today

I don't know if any one saw me

Or wonder why I was there

But I was hungrey, longing for something more satisfying

Filling the emtyness that lay in side me

Was it a hamburger I needed or a cold beer

A warm woman with tenter hands

That would think I could satisfy her emtyness

Her cool eyes looked at me and thought me

The smoke from her cigerett grazed by my face

It afended me , as she didn't even care or

 realise that she had touch me in any way

I said nothing as she walked out of sice

Smoke still lingering behind her

Like a train leaving the station

Bound for other parts and reasons of her own

Slung over her sholder a bag, it seem like she had her hole world in it.

She seemed to be running some where or away from something

Not her troubles, but some one elts, some man or love one's

She had her bag and some money in her coat

Her clothes wore new and clean

Her shoes wore flat and made to be walked in

She seemed to say, she had along way to go

And she really didn't know where a save place was

She spoke to me , as to ask the way, if I knew

But not in a way the would give any secrets away

If I had seem a tear, I could have wiped it away

If she had fallen in to my arms, I could have helped her up

If she would have asked me, I would have felt for her

But she was numb as a stone, maybe not feeling anything

But at the same time, in fulex, to a furture she was gone

I wonder what I was surpose to do

I went back to me book and tryed to regain the story

My bus findly came  and I go on board

Sat down and read some more

As we turn thr corner at the end of the street

I saw her again walking up the hill away from me

She got smaller and smaller as the bus drove on

Me emptyness seem less, I wanted to thank her for that

But maybe it's all in my head, smiwning around and making me dizzy

The ride to my stop was short, But seemed like a life time had pass

Maybe I was the one trying to get some where

Maybe I had the world in my bag

Maybe the stop I was looking for wasn't on this line

Maybe another line diving far, far away

Not a better place, but diffence and new

I got off the bus and walked to the house

Unlocked the door and put my bag down, hung up my coat

Cracked open a beer and forget all about it

Till now

 

by Joseph M. Shea

Author's Note

Just a day dream, I guess? you tell me