hiding in my office, so Cate the Great wrote me a song for my day (which is Tuesday but I'm hiding this behind the Monday Funny)...
A Sad Song
She came to work this morning
the creature of her routine
moving in the ways she should
while different thoughts shocked through her head
"to hell with this all, I'm not working today"
and she closed the door behind her
hiding away
So she's sitting at her desk while the slow Tuesday passes outside
all quiet in the hallways
her red hair is curled and she's got her comfortable shoes
virtual conversations are keeping her going
and she's silencing her pager
living in her head
hiding away from reality's chill and the face of spurned advances
and it's a smart pretty head, so what's the harm in living there she asks
and the world and reality are trying
intrusions are knocking
but she's pushing them away
singin' along to only the saddest songs
the echoes of her fear and pain
the maps across her hopeful heart
she's singin the blues with the door closed
1 comment:
Oh, how I wish I had a door to close.
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