These Days

Never thought that I could be so cold

Try me

After all the rest have all gone home

And I'm

Living on a caldera how dare I

Temper myself

Fortunate that I'm not

Sinking

These days

These days

Thinking of the past that other world

Spying

Whose enamored authors wore their

Better selves

Honestly, the truth seems

Oh, so very empty

Mislaid

These days

These days

These days

These days