I Cannot See

written years ago. now I only drink loose leaf tea. nothing else has changed much, not even the rain...

I sit here alone drinking lemon lift tea
I wonder what is to become of me
Outside rain is pouring from the sky
I am indoors where it’s warm and dry

The church is chiming it’s carillon bells
The father of a child next door yells
I can’t seem to find a thing to say
To make a difference on this day

I sit here alone drinking cold tea
Looking for what I cannot see
I want to leave behind this awful frustration
And be transported to the land of inspiration