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Lost and Found


I went to sleep one day and woke up on the street
With a musky beard on my chin and no shoes on my feet
I smelled my whiskey breath and cried to the sky
Why have you taken away my youth, God, why?

I woke the next day on a downy filled bed
Servants round my toes and a crown on my head
I was asked to behead twenty people that day
Can I please be a beggar again, if I may?

After a night full of dispassionate sorrow
I could not find a more dismal tomorrow
I was a blind woman and a deaf one too
I envied the man who couldn't afford shoes

The next day I saw in the mirror a face
With not even an eyelash out of place
A bombshell model who puked up bread
I cried because I'd rather be blind than dead

In the span of one night I aged 50 years
Gained wrinkles and fuzz in my ears
I was a grandfather so close to the grave
To be a pretty girl again I so did crave

Switching through bodies was exhausting, you see
I forgot who I was, but I yearned to be me
Which will never happen, for my body's lost in the sea
And my soul's trying to find me so desperately


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