Every cloudless day
is somebody else's;
every tired cliche...
Every song I sing
is somebody else's;
every golden ring...
Every girl I meet
is somebody else's;
every kiss so sweet...
Every child I hold
is somebody else's;
every fact I'm told...
Every hand I shake
is somebody else's;
every pound I make...
Every word I write
is somebody else's;
every thought so trite...
Who knows how somebody else
has got a hold on me
Know who, unknown to you
has had us both agree
He who has two to view
has to unfold we three
Look now, look back at yourself
but don't look at me, I'm just
somebody else...
© Elwood Herring Spring Equinox 2001
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