Out of reach
I drink frozen margeritas
on a Friday afternoon
I’m waiting for the train
and I’ve forgotten my phone
and I feel lost
out of contact with the world
even with Sofie that is to meet me
at the end of the line
You don’t know people’s numbers by heart anymore
In panic I called the office
to arrange a meeting
and get it back
– my life
But so many ’what if’s still linger
I’m nowhere to be reached
Chewing ice and trying to relax
The margerita’s really good
fresh limey crystal
sweet sugar sucked in
to soften my brain
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