I Am Not a Poet But I Think I Write Poems

Where do we go from here baby?
Trapped in a cyclone maybe.
I guess that’s just the way it be.
where are we now baby?
Drowning in what could be maybe.
I guess that’s just the way it be.
Where are you now baby?
Away for the day maybe.
I guess that’s just the way it’ll stay.
Because when you’re gone I lose myself- so I guess it’ll just be myself on the shelf.
Lost in what we could have been if you just stayed clean.