The Luckiest

I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away

I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know

That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

loneliness rushes in

And i am in fear again to sleep,
in fear of everything that could be,
and in fear that i have no control.

These nights are the longest.

The Grumpy Co-Pilot

Over the last couple of months, i have fallen into such a state of negativity.
People tell me i am anti-social and rude and begin to have the assumption that i don't like anyone.
Yet i still wonder why people don't want to be around me.
Figures.

I'm sorry i am this way. I do want to be happy.

Day after day, Chet after Chet

Just Friends