me...
01-13-98

why must life be so hard, so tough, so damned exacting?
you meet someone,
they stir feelin’s in you that you forgot you had
one look, a touch, that’s all
life is over, the light is gone
how to express that which you are unsure of ?
unaware of ?
how to deal with the disappointment ?
the letdown ? uncertainty ? fear ?
no meaning, no worth, no joy
now things are different
the light of day has banished the pleasures of the night
the evening sweetness drowned by the stifling newness of the day
what to do ? how to react ?
upside-down, empty, devoid of feeling
so many things go wrong and each day must i face
the bullshit never stops and everything loses its’ meaning
i know this isn’t forever and nothing will last,
but once, just once, i’d like for someone else to know
what it is to be me