Help, I need somebody.
Help.
Not Just anybody.
Help, I need somebody.
Help.
I wonder how I got here.
I wonder how I got here.
Really I am not sure it is a blessing or a curse that when I have a prompt like
“Here”, pre-coffee, my mind starts belting out a Beatles tune.
I am actually not a big fan of them.
But there you have it.
My inner life for better or worse in all it’s randomness.
I never anticipated the here in my life.
I sit, peering over the desk back at the 24 year old interviewer.
Am I old enough to be his mother?
Yes.
He looks back at me, and we proceed.
He asks questions, I hope he sees me.
Not an ancient creature.
He asks what brings me here.
He asks what brings me here.
I have already, prayed Lord, if this is your will.
I’ve already prayed the one word prayer I rely in when in need.
Help!
And I trust He is with me here.
And I trust He is with me here.
The song goes on in my mind (Thanks Lisa Jo) as I wait to hear back…
When I was younger, so much younger than today,
I never needed anybody’s help in any way.
But now these days are gone, I’m not so self assured,
Now I find I’ve changed my mind and opened up the doors.
Help me if you can, I’m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being round.
Help me, get my feet back on the ground,
Won’t you please, please help me.
And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze.
But every now and then I feel so insecure,
I know that I just need you like I’ve never done before.
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