it sure has been a long time since something made me wanna write
even when i'm writhing in soft daylight
grey skies
rainy hearts
galoshes and crushed fantasies
nights shared that shoulda been spent alone
men who kept on callin my phone!

what if i wrote just because i was thankful to be alive?
and what if i didn't shield my light from others' eyes?

so many answers to be questioned by
i'm just thankful to still be here and alive

(i usedta didn't bother rhyming--now it won't stop...a bit corny i'd say, but hey! HA!)