Out of Touch-Hall and Oates

I stand
with arms outstretched...
and a silent scream
cries out

I roll
up into a ball on the couch...
and an infant pain
bellows

Why am I such a basket
case
with no where to turn
but inside?

And at each corner
each connection attempted
I lose...Touch

Friends I have
Friends I have been
All a futile attempt
to touch...and be touched

I have such GOOD intentions

With a smile... I awaken each day
Toss my worries to the wind

...Chase illusional blues to the side

And outstrech my arms...to the sea
But I do not see YOU.

This pose I take...towards the sea, the sky, the woods...Is what keeps me kicking...
Even when the chips are down.

And I have it GOOD...
what do OTHERS do...
to stay positive?

So Out of Touch

*Exactly*
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