When I think about Tom
I stop thinking
Where’s cash coming from
Have I done enough
Are my powers shrinking
All that stuff
Goes out the window
I feel a life all new
And bright, aglow
And joy, reality
Simply bursts through
Into the splurge that’s me
It doesn’t last long
I’m back – the old treadmill –
But a little less wrong
About the things that are
And a mite more still
Invested by a star