One night
it will happen
i will
follow me
to see
where i go
when i sleep

When someone
you think you care for
becomes scabby
don't wait
for scabs to fall
peel back a few
take a look
is this the one you want

When I Look through These bars
Of your design
When I feel sun
Through the window blinds
When I smell fresh air
When you open the door
I bow my head
And Cry
A little more

Is it us
who puts the fear of loneliness
before the voice of reason
is it us
who puts the fear
of looking ignorant
in the eyes of others
before our logical common sense
is it us
who fears the freedom
of our feelings
that whisper
if you listen
to what is written
your mind
will become your friend

It is not the path
that you walk
that is crumbling
and cracked
it is you

Do you feel
comfortable
within these walls
where you sit
do you feel
satisfied
when you look through
these *****
cracked windows
of your life
gazing
at all the hopes and promises
that you faithfully made
to the reflection
that still patiently waits
for the day you complete
the things
that you say

If you wish
to satisfy a need
that cannot speak
first you must
understand
what it thinks