There are no words To describe how I feel, My staggering need To burst from the shell I’ve made, or that’s been made By the world, to contain All the dreams that Struggle to break Free, to escape, To be real, To take on a shape, And find a mind Other than mine To steal.
Such a curse is a smile Shone our way, Contaminates the heart And invades the day. It stirs the coals of longing And throws fuel upon the flame That burns me; yet I wonder Which of us to blame, For who can really know The damage they do With a look; Or, for the starved, [...]
I go around in circles And walk a trail already made From days before, from months and years Of games already played. Time wanders by and pauses To see my strange parade, And wonders at the point and sense Of my cyclical crusade. I wonder, too, what wisdom Has led me back around; If one [...]