People in my life I sat down to count them
those present, absent, a couple of passersby
who came to stay, who fled before they become

Public, strangers, very personal

and I always come out a few, or I get a lot

and loneliness is especially urgent that depressed
and I always come out a few, or I go out a lot
a count that opens my old wound


People in my life I'd like to keep them
wild animals, angels and more normal

those who leave a mark, who took darkness
to those, random, very personal


and I always come out a few, or I get a lot
and loneliness is especially urgent that depressed
and I always come out a few, or I go out a lot

a count that opens my old wound

People only ones left dust

friendships and loves that took the streets
stolen, hidden secretly borrowed
random, brave, cowardly, fearful

My family and strangers, sweet and sad
relationships in homes well locked
happy unrelated occupants

artists with ties children
my enemies and friends, young and old
giving a measure, making waste

loves that seemed of value
and others ran the handshake
poor serving ready

logic and those living with the feeling
logic and those living with the feeling
logic and those living with the feeling

logic and those living with the feeling
and those living with the feeling
I am afraid I lose count