“The Mute” Let me walk through life quietly I need not say a word Let them think my voice box’s gone missing Or that kittens are latched to my tongue I may seem more stuck up than Jesus When I won’t speak to just anyone But I really don’t have a thing to say Is that so hard to comprehend? Let me dance through life hushed I’ll whisper what my heart feels Words onto paper that no one will ever see My method of speaking most silently I’ll walk alongside mimes Listening to my echoed voice fading with time From the days when I used to scream all day There was so little importance to what I’d say Let me drift off like a dead man You can consider me a bump on a log I may not seem too fun at a party But a party’s not what I consider fun Everyone will think that I’ve perched myself above them Cos I’ll always be the bird that won’t sing They’ll place me last on their socialite ladder But truly, to me, that doesn’t mean a thing --oct 17-20, 2003