I never sat down and wrote a song
All I've ever done
Is bame myself
For what's gone wrong

I never sat down and told a lie
All I've ever done
Is eat the truth
That pushed me aside

I never sat down and shed my heart
All I've ever done
Is look away
And press restart

I never sat down and drew a mind
All I've ever done
Is search in vain
For what's not mine

Today I sit down and tell the truth
There's no one in my room
Besides my own self

Love life, love the world,
for it is all you have.
Love the stars, and the people,
and the breeze and the rain,
and the reflection
of the lights on the water.

Love because you exist.
Love because you can read this,
because you live in a time
that will one day be thought of
as romantic and golden.

Love because you won't be forever.
Love because
everything is impermanent,
because this day will end,
and never
be visited again.

Love because all we have is enough,
and because
nothing we can imagine
can match it.

Love because there are others
you share the world with,
who love too.

Love the night,
the silence,
the shadow of the trees by the water.
Love the imminence of dawn,
and of things someday gone.

Love the light of a candle
and the warmth
of the earnest conversation lit by it.

Love the joy of sharing the world
with other beings as troubled
but as sensitive to beauty and love
as you are.
Love nature's gentle rattle,
and its tempestuous outbreaks.

Love because you are all
you will ever be,
and life is immense
and beautiful, even in its darkness, and it is yours.

I float through that old worn orchard
Memories heavy in my mind
Like a seagull seeking land
When a storm lurks from behind

There are places I never really left
A slice of my heart slips
Through the cracks of my chest
And it blends with the dirt
Where it seldom gets rest

I float through my dreams
Half awake, half awake
For a moment I am lost
Swept by tears
Snared by ghosts

A towel, a cup, a wall
An element of twisted control
There was dirt
In that ancient weary home
But a songbird
Crept into my chest
Shook me softly
And built there a nest

How many colours fit in your hand?
Is this a question you'd understand?
How many palm trees obey your command?
Unless you are dreaming, I'd dare to say none.

How can a word go swimming in land?
That makes less sense than a musicless band.
Lightly drawn bridges, which taste naught but bland.
Don't trust your own words, unless they are fun.

A desert will bake you with deafening sand,
As much as a cloud will make you less tanned.
That's more than a cockroach could ever withstand.
The words on your tongue would melt in the sun.

Red, green, red, green
He treads to the pace
Of a heartless machine

Black, white, black, white
Her thoughts neatly fall
Into holes of delight

Grey, brown, grey, brown
They sink in the snow
By the weight of a noun

No one can save me
I'm cornered, anxious
The clock is
Beating along
My racing heart

No one can save me,
My pillow is rugged
The window
Keeps the prairy world
From flooding in

No one can save me,
I'm hesitant, indignant
But I'm determined
No one can save me,
But me