Can I get used to it day after day

a little at a time while the tide keeps

coming in faster the waves get bigger

building on each other breaking records

this is not the world that I remember

then comes the day when I open the box

that I remember packing with such care

and there is the face that I had known well

in little pieces staring up at me

it is not mentioned on the front pages

but somewhere far back near the real estate

among the things that happen every day

to someone who now happens to be me

and what can I do and who can tell me

then there is what the doctor comes to say

endless patience will never be enough

the only hope is to be the daylight