If the world was mine, we'd all be naked.
No one would wear any clothes.
Just wander about, completely exposed, with nothing to hide and nowhere to hide it.
Clothes are the outward expression of insecurities.
Insecurity is a breed of clothing, a way of cowering and hiding.
If the world was mine, we'd all be secure.
No one would be insecure.
Just wander about, completely exposed, with nothing to hide and nowhere to hide it.
Insecurity is an excuse to justify a lie.
Lies keep us from becoming what we should be, because we lie to ourselves.
If the world was mine, we'd all be honest.
Because we'd be secure and naked.

On my knees in the rain,
looking up,
blinking back drops of rain.

All around me people laugh,
they look down,
at me they point and they laugh.

The tower, like a scar against the sky,
stabbing into clouds,
with one eye looks from its place in the sky.

The tower's unblinking eye is just a lighted window.
There's a girl up there.
She knows I'm down here, but she doesn't come to the window.

I kneel at the foot of the tower. I scream, and I beg the girl to come to me.
The people point and laugh;
They know that I will never move, and that she won't ever come down for me.

Fold it, like paper,
into whatever.
Unfold it later,
and fold it again.

Today it's a bird,
tomorrow a box,
a flower next week,
whatever you want.

Fold it like paper,
as long as you swear,
that you'll never tear,
my origami heart.

I see a sea
of ebony,
with aspen trees,
upon the shore.

The waves crash down,
and all around
are evening sounds,
upon the shore.

I'm on the sand,
and at my hand
a castle stands,
upon the shore.

And here I'll lie,
no more to cry,
alone to die,
upon the shore.

When god made you,
he made me too,
and all things true,
upon the shore.

All the shards of a broken shallow cup.
They cut your hands,
they make you bleed.
Blood drips from your unclenched hands,
mixing with a sea of tears.

I come along and help you up,
then knock you back down to your knees,
and you will never understand.

The sharks can smell the blood I bleed,
those vultures know I'm here,
the vampires feel the life in me,
the cannibals are near.

Vapor trails,
the only proof
that you were ever here.

Gone away,
you've gone away,
and now I have regrets.

Goodbye now,
my one true love,
we both knew you would leave.

Someday soon
I'd like to think
that I'll be leaving too.

But for now
I'm looking up
at vapor trails you left.