Like Walking With Bare Feet On Broken Glass
(Epoch Two: 1983-1985)

Talking quietly to myself
While walking nowhere in particular,
I heard a piercing scream.
A young woman wearing tears,
Saying life was killing her,
Not wanting to get old.

Faces that stopped to glance at her,
Thought her hurt good theater.
I too, it seemed,
Although I don't know,
Effortlessly ignoring her grave claim.
Deciding it was a passing thing
That wouldn't last.

Protected from the outside
By a shaded covered window,
And a blank face, steel door locked tight.
I changed into a wild beast.
Pacing back a forth, looking for an answer.
Unlike that crazy woman at least
Surely I was more discreet.
For nobody knows
The skin I'm living in.

Wanting someone to hold,
To protect me from myself.
And when no one came,
Oh the infinite pain.
From my head to my toes.
Feeling like a stick of dynamite
Blowing up between my ears
Or like walking with bare feet
On broken glass.