Treasure Island

CeCe Lamberts

(12 December 1969 / Smallvile, Greece)

Sunday blues


I'm so confused
For a minute I thought I saw the light
I saw a good friendship develop
A friendship I craved for a long time
And I saw a beautiful mouth smiling at me

Now, I start doubting
I doubt the friendship
I doubt the feeling
The sweet mouth is still smiling
And two large blue-green eyes are looking my way
Eyes so beautiful and large that are unreal
Eyes that look like two blue lagoons
And are full of kindness.

This is all so confusing
I think I'm going crazy
I need to put an order in my head
And the alcohol's not helping me
And my sleepless nights mess me up some more.

Am I moving backwards?
I should be moving ahead
I should be advancing
But I feel stagnant
Am I on a spiral?
I feel like I'm running in circles
Could it be I'm spiraling upwards?
Am I making progress?
Is this just a phase?
When will it be over?
Or, is it gonna be over?
I've lost my guidance
And I can't figure it out on my own.

Submitted: Sunday, May 20, 2007
Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011

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  • Chris Mendros (8/12/2007 10:40:00 PM)

    trying to put a shape to the mad randomness of life. Confusion shines through, tempered by hope.
    Nice work. (Report) Reply

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