u make a lot of sense
in a world –
which is such a mess

nd a lake which is dry
or has no fish,
and without a genie
there is no wish

what we were
started off as an epic
a budding flower
but in the end
we were a parody of fawlty towers

a soft spot should not hurt
not even a little
it is just a reminder
of days when reality was brittle

you would like to be unique
but you are too scared –
you would lose friends
and your security is bleak

and i have studied the maps
but my life has no definite path
not one that i can track

do you follow,
do you go
do you be so hollow
or do you let your individuality show

i feel confident
confident,
that i am outside
confident,
that i am feeling

this soul,
is not for sale
big business,
will, for me, always fail