I've got eight thousand legs
And they all lead back to my mind
My heart is humbled with regrets
But I'm afraid to scratch them out
For then I will find
I'm only me
So I keep my Cartoon Television
And my movies that live so real
And my poems and books that secure me
But I'm afraid to scratch them out
For without them I would feel
I'm only me
So I lose me in my nighttime
The blackness and my dreams
The forest that lies within the nothing
And still, I'm afraid to scratch them out
For without them it seems
I'm only me
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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