Jan 15, 1999


To the Point

Honesty and comfort
Locked horn'to'horn
I twist them together
Hoping to make myself too dizzy to see

Life imitating life
Clinging to a slim chance
Without a prayer
Because I already know

Drawing it out
Longer with each touching moment
Passively losing my safety net
Seeing my ankles broken by boulders

Harder to think
Despite rational thought
Bending the strings from head to hands
Clearly confused, yet vivid