Out of My Depth

They say bad things, they come along in threes. If it doesn't

rain, it pours on me. I try avoid the pavement cracks

in the street. Must have broke a mirror, reflections of grief. They say the

luck will come, so now I'll take mine. I am the cat that's used

all nine of its lives. I'll climb up the ladder to try find

some light. But I'm like a deer by the roadside. Please just let

me be. This water is too deep. And out of my depth.

My depth, my depth. I fall down to my knees, hoping this is