I wonder sometimes
Is there salvation in these walls
Or on this floor, where I pray
Face down on the floor
Any salvation at all?

Face down on the floor
I pray and I cry
Face down on the floor
Crumpled in the corner
There I die

And if you're expectin
To hear of my resurrection
Sorry to disappoint
Go gawk at someone else's tragedy
Glimpse some hope there

Let me crumple on the floor and cry
Where I die.

Time...I think I need more of it

I am starting to think that I may be one of those people who needs either a 26 hour day or a couple of Ritalin pills to help me use the hours that I have more efficiently. LOL. Seriously. I hope I do not discourage any future clients, but it is so weird that with an hour left to work on a project, my thoughts float off to last night's episode of Family Guy, then my eyes want to read a book about Edgar Cayce instead of a boring whitepaper and my ears are craving a strange duet like Alicia Keys with Tracy Chapman. As my mind is trying to make that happen the hours slowly tick away...