i have cried a well of tears
a well that i cannot wish into
i have a dead sea of tears
and so often it has kept me afloat

part of me needs you
but a bigger part of me
is just scared
part of me is throwing it away

do you feel unloved?
unloved and unevolved
scattered like dust
in the wind and the cold

petty rules,
what good are they for anybody?
somebody save us from insanity

those,
who should know better
those for whom,
insecurity rules their lives

you can take my hand
it is yours for the taking
and i am here, just waiting

Surrounded i am surrounded but there is no surrender i am hounded and it is by, my own wicked insecurity … More

the body is young
but the mind with its memories
act like layers in the earth
each layer a different time

i do not want to be part of the rat race
i do not want to be part of a crowd
i would rather be flying
i would rather be part of a bird race