We all walk
One in front of the other
Slightly to the side
Going nowhere.

Circles.

Going nowhere
Slightly to the side
One in front of the other
We all walk.

Lost souls
Drink ink.
But only wither,
With the weather.
Like roses,
Red-
And dead.
But they're beautiful,
You know.

Where can I go
Where no one would judge me,
Where I could be normal
Like I was in my dreams?

My thinking was "confused"
And no one knew why.
There was no escape from unwanted feelings,
No matter how hard I would try.

How could I go on living like this,
In a world where too many knew?
To ignore or even deny these thoughts
Was all I wanted to do.

What do I do if I don't understand. . .
Have an escape, or even a plan?
I can't just sit back and dream it away,
Not even at another's demand.

If there is a God up there in the sky
Why won't he take this burden of pain
So far out of sight I can't see it again?
Until then all I'll feel is shame.

You once told me that
I reminded you
Of Icicles.

They were cold like my hands
And short like my tolerance
For you.

I never enjoyed the taste of them,
But I liked the idea of them.

Remind me that icicles have no taste.

I'll recommend you try one
That is holding onto
An Automobile.

You'll tell me that you already have.