So who am I now?
And where am I going?
The well of the will for my life has run dry
I stumble through town
Fall asleep on a doorstep
A woman awakes me with coffee and says…
Have some
She leads me inside
Upstairs through the pantry
To a kitchen brightened by the sunshine
She sees that I’m down
She sees that I’m hungry
With her hand on my shoulder
And eggs on my plate, she says…
Have some
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