Dying Alone
I worry about dying alone
on the other side of conversation,
on the phone
with a telemarketer
who can’t wait to get home
I worry about losing my mind
Talking to myself
asking for time
with a blank agenda
and no one to lend a hand
But I know I’ve got people to love me
And will go whenever time wants me
I consider myself to be pretty lucky
Don’t you?
But I know I’ve got people to love me
And I will go to whatever town calls me
Just help me get this paranoia out of my head
Writer/s: Laura Sauvage
