It's true that they belong together
Freedom is just another word for fetter
To have it all and have no better
That is life's eternal weather.

It's true that meaning is lost in translation
Because no one cares to hear your explanation
As they hear the words that befits your station
And you've learned to speak as befits your subordination

It's true that there is nothing to thought
Poring out without a clot
Yet will never reach the point it ought
Instead used and swayed as they are bought

It's true that pain is just a stern friend
While hope just leaves you in the end
Pain's **** is the advice he'll lend
Which you should heed or another he'll send

It's true that there is fault in truth
Like beauty blunted by its youth
The horror of it was its proof
While a fraction of it still lies aloof.

In life, you have to reach out
And touch the knife's blade
Then let it cut you
Or you'll never learn not to.

In life, there's always something new to reach out to
A new fire to walk through
And new scars to acquire
That will remind you
What not to do.

The worse it hurts
The better you'll learn
And soon you wont get burned
By that one!

It makes me so sad
Those words that you wrote
Bringing up memories
Not worth remembering
So why would you write?

You didn't have much to say
A few misplaced questions
That I'd never answer
For you
So why would you write?

We are strangers
That have seen all there is
To see of each other
Just a fellow shadow
And shadows can't write
Only yield to the light
And rule over the night
As an imitation of life
But I was alive in the bright of the day when you wrote me
So why would you write?

The broken record in my head
Is stuck
On the same verse
To a love song
That only ever repeats
And repeats
As if it is the only song
Ever sung
As the universe beats
Is it dancing to this song
And is my heartbeat
Just a mimic
Of this great dance
But what of those
Whose hearts are a little fast
Or a little slow.