Looking at hundreds of women
I come across you
No pleasure shown in your face
No moaning from your lips
No enthusiasm in your motion
You are not here to pay for college
Or to cover the bills
You have no choice
No choice at all
And here we are
In our cushy chairs
Spending our spare time
Getting off on you
I regret any pleasure I had
That came at your cost
Please forgive me
If you can find the will
In what's left of your heart
A sickness lives within us
If we carry this on

I still look at your picture
You look "adorable"
The word you used to say
I act like I'm writing this to you
Like you may read this one day
Yes, it's for you
I see your eyes
And the softness that lies behind
Ready for tender affection
To absorb into me
On the couch, your small self
My little spoon
Arms around you
I will fall asleep
So easily
Knowing you're here with me
And will be in the morning

Where did you go?

I need just one person
To slow down enough
To see me
To find me
Look into my eyes
And keep looking
Not a glance
Put your hand on my chest
I'm thin, you can feel my heart beat
It beats for you
It beats for me
For what it hasn't found
For what will never be
Won't someone please
Cry with me?

Into the universe of her heart,
I explored like mankind
I launched into her space
For the very first time

I landed on her moon
And took a first step
I planned a trip to her Mars
I'll see her Titan next

What will I find
Among the galaxies of her soul
The unending thrill of wonder;
Beauty unspeakable

With a sand grain of searching,
My heart is awakened
I consider her vastness;
My breath is taken

You soothe me
I nod my head
Roll it side to side
As you enter my being
Wash over my restless soul

You perk me up
Brighten my day
Your subtle quirks
Remind me this life
Isn't always so bad

You speak to me
Whenever I listen

I love you

But, music,
You're only a feeling

And what I need is someone real

And, once this over,
Mankind's sprawling about the Earth
Flying from one end to the other
Making love
Waging war
Some feeding the hungry
Others ignoring the poor,
Who will look back at us
And say anything ever happened here?

What will it take
To break out of this
Day in and day out
I get so little done
At least at home
I'm always tired
Bored to death
Much to do
But little
Breath