adrift in the sun dust rays your hair smelled of yesterday there may be less of me but there was always more of you slept through the Wednesday play dreamt I was mad and sane I've never done enough but I've surprised and we've survived we're every second of our age a tangled skein of DNA we lie awake and face away from all the things we had to say now I am one of you failing at something new we never laughed enough or lived enough or loved enough