So life, with thorns a many
And the soles of my feet splintered and worn
I will untie myself and walk along
For thorns are merely thorns
-and unsung songs, are merely songs.
I’ll wear only black and white
So I can appear simpler for you
I’ll shred my tongue, dull my bite
So I will never say a word to complicate you
Of course I’m a slight resentful
Being muted and intrinsically bound
And yet I continue to sit below your gaze
Like an absurd idea, waiting to be found
It’s as if there is no path with out thorns
-without regret
Though I do not fear the loss of blood nor sweat
-from persistently courting
But to squander daylight attempting
To ignite dampened kindling
Would be simply self-defeating
So life, with thorns a many
And the soles of my feet splintered and worn
I will untie myself and walk along
For thorns are merely thorns
-and unsung songs, are merely songs.
I cannot stand to watch
-repeat after repeat
As a starved predator feasts on rancid meat
-that may remind them from which they came
To continue the game
To seek out the lame
And I seem to be, attempting the same.
Yet, to those who I am prey
I will cease to be so allusive
For constantly hiding from others desires
Can only be self-abusive
I have done all but prove untrue
And you reply with mere facial expression
Now I ask for you to act, to do
And spare me from a more painful lesson
So life, with thorns a many
And the soles of my feet splintered and worn
I will untie myself and walk along
For thorns are merely thorns
-and unsung songs, are merely songs.
