you play some wistful music
dye your graying hair with bleach
then you read about the Garfield phones
washed up on a French beach
you lose a diary on the train again
frown and whisper c'est la vie
you get a tattoo to be funny
and then cry yourself to sleep
you lie down and drift off
to a playlist of ocean waves
God holds you closely in a lifeboat
and you wake with break of day