What do I say
when you ask of me
"Where are you from ?"

Do I tell you of the
moment the star was formed

Or of the moment it was blown

Or of my journey
across this tiny speck of eternity

Even long before
the mouth of creation
spoke the truth
"I am" . . . I was

I am from the North
standing on the cold truth

From the South wrapped in the equatorial arms of balance

I am from the East
spinning on the axis
of hope , love and dreams

I am from the West , South by Southwest , from the land of shimmering sand and golden sunsets and the thousand sighs of regret

I am from the words of the song , the last step of the dance , the ending of the book you never wanted to end

Keep the fire burning in your eyes
I am sure to be around

while my head gently weeps
and my soul is awake

i find myself drifting
a length in time

and there's nothing that
i can do

but pass softly
onto the next moment

marked by days and
months of restless afternoons

breathless nights awake
smoking aimlessly

trying to recall your
fading face and

the things we used to
talk about for hours a
lifetime ago

how is that every sad
thought leads me back to
you ?

underneath the skin
fish swim in circles

and all the words I've kept
have turned to Ash and
I've been keeping to myself

behind these four walls
there's no ceiling to climb
and my head won't stop bleeding

there are no feelings
in my piggy-bank

I've used all the change
and I'm still the same

every morning I wake up
thinking about you

and the life we could've
had, the life I could've had

but I couldn't do it to you
couldn't do it for you

maybe I deserve nothing
and that's why I keep myself
from jumping

running away forever
flying into the sunset

drowning
I need to go fishing.