Had I infinite monkeys
Clacking away at
Infinite typewriters...
This is my worst nightmare
Imagined, come true
In the bright daylight.
The one secret question
I don’t know whether
The soothing can answer
It’s as if someone
Stole furtive glances
Into the dark attic
Or went to my bedroom
Every night of my life
To record my whispers
Stray thoughts of ending
Or visions of failure
Can’t touch this regret
She tallies her losses
In songs that I’ve stolen
What was I thinking?
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