How it rips and tears
At the dangling threads of our being
The ones that cannot be filed away
So they hang, awkwardly beside us
Waiting for the day when they too...
Will fly away from here
And I can't help but laugh
When anger beseeches us
And we find ourselves
Succumbing to its every whim
Because we're afraid of
What it might make us do
And we're not in the mood
To take resonsibility for all the pain
It's like walking into the woods
That grew behind your childhood home
Only to find that they have been chopped down
So a contractor could build houses...
How upsetting to find your old solitude
Sold to the highest bidder
...We can't even find solace in our isolation anymore
Sanctuary has been stolen from us
And we are left with nothing
But the dust of the afternoon sun
Beating down on our back
And the blisters of the past
That used to hold a special place in our heart