Wondering back though all I've wrote and all I've said
and all the things I've taken to the heart and to the head.
To all the people I've read to and to all that knew
that one day I was to become the one to be here to read to you.
To the one who never knew who I was from jack
and now I can give your little reality a little smack.
So don't think I've been growing put there in the dark
or sitting naked down out in the local park.
I'm just one who's happier to be quiet and silent
and to help you understand what I really meant.
In my ways of talk and my ways of word
trying to be about as free as a bird.
for you to read this all with my warped pain
and a sentence structure that seems insane
with my words flowing out into a jumble of speak
while it appears I'm on an acid peak.
So don't think I'm timid and weak
just because I let my mind leak
out on to paper, out into you.
Letting you know how deep my water runs blue.
Molding your dreams of words and text.
Wondering that challenge to warp next.
Wondering if I was meant to change something big
or am I just to be broke like a winter twig?
Am I to be the whipping boy for all the masses?
Am I to be the one in the corner with the dark glasses?
Am I to be the next Morrison
or am I just to be a bastard's son?
Am I be a man among men
or am I to die and just do it all over again?
Am I to jumble to all back on here for you to see
Or do I hide it deep inside just for me?

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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