I enter my everyday life through a back door looking in
There are moments when it changes; I catch the writing on the wall
Counting shadows, I am drowning in a room that’s seen it all
Pictures dance within the light, sun-burned smiles will fade
Casting shadows over demons and a front door cries today.
Peering through a looking-glass, there’s nothing now to find
Three month’s ago she breathed her last; I drink to ease my mind.
© Raymond t. Carter 2002
