come now if you wish to play me at my own game
you must step up to meet my particular pace
love likes to go by only one name
and has been known to vanish without a single trace
deflecting and dousing the use of the favorable term
flame
when we close our eager eyes to the way things really
are
we can't run fast and well with our disillusionment
but we can go far
and deeper and deeper into the depths we silently sink
taking our true dignity apart link by broken link
we see not our mistakes as they present themselves to
really be
but as perfection with one small flaw
that makes us unable to truly see
while wading through such wastelands of warped
wisdom
Intelligence can almost seem a compatible rival
we should shy away from
if I question myself too long I grow tender yet numb
and if I dig just a little too deep
I find what I was afraid I would find
to be human means to your own self
you're quite a bit dumb............
( written Feb 14, 1992 pm)