Boundless
Oh how we learn to live free-
Flying high above the heads,
of all those who tried to tame us
Insensitive fools
It's not your right
These contant battles are more than,
any person can handle
but then again-
they say we
"Can't possibly be sane"
So we can handle it,
right?
You an I- on separate levels
We both know what we want
and the warpath is left clear
even if these words don't make sense
It's not my fault
. . .
So we can handle it alone,
right?
(You and me-face to face
without it, we're nothing more than
dust-
boundless).
By Eric Duerr
04-20-99