a man walked up to me the other night on the bus
he came up to me and said "love is a triangle."
we may dance in circles
but we fit like triangles
and we see through rectangles
ever watching through are built in TV's called eyes
and these eyes have seen many things
but never before have they seen a thing like girls
and they may look through rectangles
but they see diamonds
forever wanting what they never got
always dreaming of something better
but I know my eyes
they look through arrows
forever trying to fine true love
but this man standing in front of me saying
love is a triangle
and as humans we are half's
half's without wholes
and as we try to lines the pieces up just right
he tells me
humans are half's but two half's don't make a triangle
what makes a triangle?
as I walked upon these broken streets
I think of a girl sleeping soundly in her bed
tossing and turning to the rhythm of nightmares
I stand gazing into the darkness
past the trees and stars
with my eyes shut tight
I feel as if I walk a fine line between death and insanity
is everyday just one step closer to death?
with my road twisting with mistakes
like she twists in and out of books
looking for answer to her unwritten question
not knowing weather her life curves unto the sea
or drown's in the wake of the ocean
and me just a man watching body's float down a stream
seeing the water before me
only seeing what they tolled me to see
what they told me water was before I ever had a mind
like my father before me and his father and his
so, is it all just a lie?
is water really water?
what is pain?
and why dose it hurt?
is the sky really blue?
what makes blue, blue, anyway?