all of the stone cold loving of a fossil
a dead fish, a pig in the summer sun
whose only concern is panting out the heat
i am about as romantic as 2 day old bologna
i can express my love for you almost as well
as napoleon can tell us today that he was not in fact, short

that is to say, not at all
mute in more ways that one

i'll never say what i really feel
just can't
the words are transparent, escaping my grasp
the feelings a mystery that even the mystery machine
could not find

i'm sorry that there's no clarity.
so i shall continue walking this path
alone forever.

and it is fine.
the first step is acceptance
i'm already half way therem