A TASTE OF LIFE WITH MYSELF
Candice James
Copyright 2009
Fighting in the army
And a long way from home
Is sometimes how I feel
When I’m alone with my thoughts.
Battling ghostly battalions
Armed with only a bow and arrow
I am conquered too easily
In the blaze of day
Or the haze of night.
Shipwrecked on an shallow iceburg,
In the middle of a flaming dream
Is how I view the landscape of my life;
Too hot and too cold
And never quite deep enough
Too really get my feet wet.
In the middle of this
Wide awake dream,
Itchycoo Park seems so far away
It becomes unreal,
And I don’t believe
Betty Crocker is making her icing
Quite as creamy and tasty lately.
The chocolate is a little too mild
And the Vanilla is too pepperminty;
Just like a taste of life
With myself.