Scratch, Sniff, and Stare

Scratch, Sniff, and Stare                             March 8, 2005

Yesterday, I was a little boy,

But now, I find myself in a body I do not know.

It seems my body has grown in size,

Something my brain hasn't done.

All my old friends from the day

Are off to the races,

And all I do is sit here, scratch, sniff and stare.

I think of all the things I should be doing,

Of all the things that I am not.

Indeed, my body seems doomed to rot.

Somehow, I need to catch up with my people,

For I don't want to be left behind,

For they're off to the races,

While all I do is scratch, sniff, and stare.

Whether it's getting that diploma

Or working for my wages,

Walking down love's blissful aisle

Or having a baby child,

I need to stand up and be tall.

I need to be off to the races

And not scratch, sniff, and stare.