Maybe,
It's from listening to Buddy Wakefield
'cause MAN, that guy moves me.
Maybe,
It's from when I was hanging up shirt
after shirt on plastic hangers that reminded
me that No, I'm not the man I used to want
to be.
Maybe,
It's because so many children died today
and I did nothing to stop it, except
eat my second bowl of frosted mini-wheats
while watching the 5 o'clock news wondering
if that horse that got stuck in ice really has
anything to do with me.
Maybe,
It's from knowing that everything I did today
to make it from noon to midnight won't matter
in the morning 'cause I'll forget what I was
hiding from while dreaming rainbows and it
will all catch up with me when I wake.