music on the third Sunday in November

I do not exist
and I wake to daylight playing harplike on my window blinds
I do not exist
and I rise lonely on a Sunday afternoon at 2
I do not exist
and I read a few chapters in Romans about freedom in Jesus
I do not exist
and Obama calls for change on the radio
I do not exist
and I remember last night she came over to kiss me
I do not exist
and today I believe Jesus will forgive me
I do not exist
and I might find motivation to pray, today
I do not exist
and I have a Spanish test on Monday