Dissolve By: Michael Dykhoff 8/6/98 My escape from the life that seems so hard, Is the world I create in my backyard It gets a little better every day, Or so I say, as I�m slipping away. I try not to pull other people in, Because if I do I can�t help them. I sit out on my swing almost every night, Watering my gardens and continuing to write. Don�t come near me, this state could rub off on you, And ruin your life and world too. I just want a normal state of mind, Where people aren�t rude, but always kind. I want a world where people don�t shout, Where feelings of love wander about. Songs fill my head each and every day, Why can�t I find my way? Am I supposed to be here? Am I supposed to feel fear? Are we who we say we are? Why does my mind linger this far? Will you come back for me? Will we ever truly be free? Is this the end of the beginning? Have the sinners stopped sinning? Will god forgive us all? Or tell his angels to hold our call? I don�t want to die alive, I want to find a way to survive. In a place like this where every turn is a nightmare, And feelings of fright arouse with a stare. I can�t help the awful way I think, Sometimes I think I have a missing link. How do I know if you�re really there? How do I know if you�re pretending to care? Stop staring at me I�m tired of it, I�m tired of living and all of this shit. Why is this miracle all that it�s not? Our souls can�t be stolen, but can always be bought. Maybe there is a place over the rainbow, If there isn�t then how would Dorothy know? There must be some way out, Without using death, or doubt. Will there ever be a way? For the hunter to be hunted by the prey? Will there ever be a day, When the world will cease to revolve, So we can all dissolve� ?
