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I love the cold
It chills me to the bone
It makes me feel whole
In this world unknown
Hindsight blues,
I'm tangled up in you but you can't see through the overgrowth -
Thick bristles and whistle blowers,
Tell me your perception of me.

Let's laugh together at the discrepancies,
Don't expect more from me,
You know me better than that,
aristocratic nature, I hate where you come from,
That comfortable turf.

I can't be myself in your world,

Solipsism - listen we can only shine on reflection vision and that takes more than you or I alone.

Still tripping,

Tangled up in you.
So I went to see Bob Dylan the other night at the Royal Albert Hall...
Mother didn't hear me
Father wasn't near me
I grew
Up
At the age
Of five.
Now I give my
Ballerina
My daughter,
A much better life.
That's love.
That's what's right.
Forgiveness is like a pebble,
it skims the surface of a troubled water,
sinks to the bottom of the pool,
then lays dormant and silent,
the trouble and care that went into its selection,
forgotten and unseen.
Sometimes tears,
Are like walking through raindrops,
They hit you,
But they run off,
A few cling to you,
But not for long,
And you know that soon,
They'll dry.

But sometimes tears,
Are like walking through puddles,
That soak through your shoes,
Get your socks wet,
Keep your feet cold,
And won't go away,
Until you get inside,
And pull off your shoes,
And your socks,
And walk bare-footed,
Until they dry,
And you can face the storm,
Another time.
With your hands
Held aloft
And passion blazing in your eyes,
Your voice resonates
In an empty room
For the audience
Strain to hear
The whispers from the shadows.
And the applause
Echoing in your ears
Is merely a work of fiction.
Those who shout loudest
Will be the first
To lose their voice.
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