I live to speak and dream
And to have a lot of ***
To self observe, to criticise
The things that I know best
To run and jump and scream and cry
To make no noise at all
Listening, imagining,
To ******* and to crawl
What are the days, the things we say
Those on whom we depend
Our deepest lies, we summarise
To lovers and to friends
A heartbreak, an art work
A scowl or a smile
All tangled up, in everyday
I'll just watch for a while
What else is life but a tangle of consciousnesses?