Monday, October 04, 2004

reality hurts...

Why am I so blind
That I cannot see
All the good
that Others see in me.

Curled up in the shape of a ball
Just waiting to be bounced around
Thoughts of failure fill my mind
Want to be buried deep in the ground
Rejection is my passion
My thoughts lead to my pain
Weary of this rotten existence
Feel there's no point in starting again
And the sight of your eyes
When with tears they happen to fill
Tell me a little story
That you care for me still.

Why am I so blind
That I cannot see
All the good that
Others see in me.

Tension runs deep in the body
Each muscle aches as if in pain
Want to feel the tears on my cheeks
And to be cleansed by the rain
But instead I am like a statue
That the pigeons shit upon
Maybe oneday the truth will be found
But I sense that it won't be until later on
There will be a realisation
That hits me right in the face
I am both the statue and the pigeon
We are together in the one place.

Why can't I cry
When the tears want to come
Is there behind the clouds
The warm rays of the sun?