Thought 4

If I wake up tomorrow
And I don't know who I am
Will anyone tell me
Or will they just let me
Walk around like a crazy person
Who doesn't know who she is
And who might not even exist
For all she knows

Maybe some friendly homeless person
Will teach me the ways of the world
And that I'm his long-lost friend
And we'll go bowling together
Free bowling made of rocks and soup cans
Because we're homeless and can't afford
Real bowling
With those expensive bowling shoes
Who can afford that?
Not me.