Beyond the Gates

 

Someone here has run amuck

we’re not sure what to do –

I thought at first, it could be me

but now, I think it’s you.

I haven’t any proof of course

it’s nothing you have done –

it’s just I have these lotto stubs

yet you’re the one who won.

Maybe I should take a cruise

get my head on straight –

but with 27 orange vests

I’d be twenty-eight.

Maybe I’ll go back to school

learn me up some French –

maybe I could fix your car

If I get myself a wrench.

Seeing what I’ve written here

I now know that it’s me –

I’ve wandered out beyond the gates

and haven’t any key.