sing it to me
i want mick jagger to sing me to sleep,
to tell me it’s just a shot away.
is this what it’s like?
i never knew a life could be this way,
what does that n word mean then?
is it only everything i’m not?
is it though?
i hate to know others are like me,
and feel the same pain,
the same unique sense of being alone,
a ghost in the wrong plane.
i think the beatles never knew,
where all the lonely people come from,
where they belong.
do we all belong to each other?
can we be stepping stones,
for one another?
everyone wants to help everyone,
no one wants to help themselves.
jim morrison was right;
people are strange.
we, the people,
we are very strange.