I often wonder what to do with 5 million poker chips
Every time I cut down a tree, I end up with a stack of them 10 meters high
And what a strange forest anyway
Alice, with her bad little habit
Gnawing the foot off of the little white rabbit
That's now on a keychain and spray-painted red
They say its good luck to get bit by a spider
So you allow the venomous beasts to graze
On the fields of your flesh and quench their thirst
In the pools of your blood, and saliva
Running down your chin, you are so old
And your hair is falling out of this world
You slowly come to realize that death is calling
Halfway to the phone and your already sweating
Cold sweat turns to marshmallow cream
And the 8-legged furries, panic and scream
I will forever ponder that sound which,
Is not unlike a hundred school girls screaming in unison

At that point my life was made-
Everything else could go wrong;
     The seas could rise,
     The ground could shatter
     And the sky could fall
But with you my life would be complete.

This is what I have found love to be.

In a perfect world. I'd like to think that it was possible.
But, even in the perfect world, it wouldn't be possible.
But here...in this world...it could.
Yes.
I can.
But I can't.

It is a force i cannot describe.
Is it
Love?
Lust?
Anger?
Or hate?

It cannot simply fall into one.
For when the roads meet
I feel every one of those.
But yet, I know, it will never be.

It will never prosper.
Nor flourish,
nor even sprout.
It remains an idea.
An idea that will haunt me,
the rest of my life.
Because i know.
Because it is forbidden.

and there you sit
curled up in a chair
with knees beneath
your chin, sipping
your hot coffee
oblivious to the world

tuned out the world
tuned into the fantasy
of a perfect unknown
world-
reality becomes an
evaporated puddle
under the sun

let the passers-by wonder
what thoughts
are running through your head
you'll never know
you'll never trust

so there you sit
Alone.