Bewilder me with the eyes turned inside,

never wondering why I’m alive.

Confusion only multiplies with every answer,

as I court disaster.

Greater grows the distance every time.


I’m searching my soul for the moment,

drawing an imperfect circle around me.

Been up high on the wings of bad angels,

fortune finds a way to let me down f ree.


Been and being, grown and growing,

cringe and cower, never knowing.

Join to separate ourselves

for this poison – corroding

like acid – exploding

– bringing me home.


Never have I ceased to wonder,

sense of self not driven under.

No facts – Just acting

on my own behalf.

Generic and generally confounded;

finding out where all our fears are grounded.


HG – 2000-2005

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