The mind cannot live for me, that is the mistake I made.
It cannot be easy, because it is not supposed to be.
It cannot be complicated, because it is not supposed to be.
It is supposed to be simple and hard.

I feel for those who envy;
I envy those who feel.

Slithering through leaves
Something looks at me and blinks
And whispers, "come hither"

The cure
Is to remind yourself
That other people exist,
That it is your
View of the
World which is
Warped, and not
Reality itself.

On the back of the beast,
Being tossed around,
Finding the right moment to strike,
To still it,
To save
My world.

I hate the world,
I protest it,
But I cannot bring myself
To stop living in it.

How do you live
In a broken world
And not talk about
How broken it is?

I thought I was
Writing a story
About a lost kid,
But really I'm just
Writing along to
Find out
What he does next.

Every breath
Is a new opportunity
It's never too late
To save yourself.

People think they're talking to me
And getting through
And making sense.
How funny!
Even I can't always talk to me ...

What did you find there,
High up on the mountain,
Was it golden treasure?
Or merely corpses?

Write on,
Right into the night, whether
Right or left, whether
Right or wrong, it's your
Right to do it, and you're
Right to do it, so never fear, just
Write on.

The world, reflected,
Looks back: a mirror, a well;
Different, but same.

Are we supposed to be happy
Or to do the right thing?
Surely we can do both ...
Which means
Surely I can do better.

Before you can free yourself,
You must first see your prison,
Learn its shape and size.
The way out is easy, a
Hole in the wall; but
You won't make it through
If you don't open your eyes.

I keep willing the end
Before I start;
Is it any wonder then
That I accomplish nothing?

Have you seen my arm?
I lost it on the highway;
Someone borrowed it.

Rage, and Fight, and
Bare your feelings, and
Write.

If it's never too late,
Is it sometimes
A little late?

How do you tell
The difference?

Bored, listless, waiting
I drag myself through the day
A miracle comes

Come on over here,
Stay with me a bit longer,
Wait for the world's end

Well, I can't just
**** myself;
What would
My parents think?!

in those days
I could not tell
the One
from the
Other