There's no explanation. Because if I could explain it I would. But it really can't be done in a few words - it takes a lifetime to understand these things.
This is all me. I'm lost in these words and this is where I'll stay. I know the way out, but the world is too scary. And I could put it in your terms but then I wouldn't understand.
You want to be inside? The words are all I have. These are my words with friends. My words with enemies. My words with anyone who will listen. I sing them in the shower and in the car. I shout them on the streets and on the information highway. Sometimes we can't hear, but most of the time we just aren't listening. (Sometimes bleach ruins your shirt; sometimes it makes it better. This is why my soul is laughing - because I know how to make it work for the better.)
I've figured out the secret to life. I'm selling it to the highest bidder.
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