Thoughts - The Early Nineties

You say 'I love you',
but you hurt me.
I say 'I love you'
but I fear you.
Somewhere, hidden deep
in these mutual contradictions,
there is an answer.
Why can't I find it?

There is a small, bright spark
in my soul, that refuses to die.
If only I had the fuel needed
to transform it into a raging,
roaring, powerful fire.

You tramped the brake
on my dreams,
on my feelings,
on my needs,
and then, proud
of a job well-done,
you threw the pedal away.

And left me, crying out,
silently,
in pain I felt,
but could not speak,
lamed, too much
but not enough.

You told me over and over
that life is hard and cruel.
You were right.

But why didn't you tell me
that life is joy and love?
You would've been right.

I know more about life
than you will ever.
I see more than
left and right,
good and evil,
strong and weak.
I see life from
where I am.
All you see,
is a satire.

There is a green tree
in my garden,
with one yellow leaf.
I am like that leaf.

Alabama

Last modified on Sunday, 7. March 1999