is it this world or is it just me
or
is it a place of nothing but fantasies

where on a rock spinning in circles
in a space that has no end

so many things
so many places
so many faces

i look at my hand
that makes a fist
always moving
always confusing

i have a tongue
its so small
why can't i bite it
it gets me in trouble

i have a heart
i have two feet
make them move
and they will save me