Entangle me, Entangle you For what’s a friend supposed to do But live inside each other’s dreams? It’s never really what it seems. I never made a worse mistake, I won’t live through a second take.
Recycle me, recycle you We split this crazy world in two. And all our kids sleep in their beds While all our friends just shake their heads. But no one here will ever know How hard it is to just let go.
Immortal me, immortal you The only way to join the two. So live inside my sweet, sweet dreams Where all is really how it seems - And put outside your weary chest Your pain and fear and on it rest My head throughout Eternity Embracing me… Entangle me.
~1994 Oh, my. Why is it that as a poet I keep telling myself I can pour my feelings into words and it will make them go away? Really, it seems I just store them up for later.