Going Wrong.
12/15/01
Absorbing, wondering, withdrawing,
missing out on it.
Longing to…
something.
Clinging to…
something else entirely.
Trapped in these questions.
Addicted to over-analysis.
These eyes of mine?
They don’t look on through;
they fall right into all of you.
I paint my world with the
passion you give me with
all your insides;
all your stories;
all your fears, loves,
hopes, dreams
and betrayals.
It's all aimed toward fulfilling
my arrogant, hard-driven goal:
a deeper sense of understanding
about what parts of us
might be worth saving and
where we all went wrong.
Why did we all have to go wrong?
It had been so beautiful when I saw it
through the eyes of a child,
born through a chemical.
12/15/01
Absorbing, wondering, withdrawing,
missing out on it.
Longing to…
something.
Clinging to…
something else entirely.
Trapped in these questions.
Addicted to over-analysis.
These eyes of mine?
They don’t look on through;
they fall right into all of you.
I paint my world with the
passion you give me with
all your insides;
all your stories;
all your fears, loves,
hopes, dreams
and betrayals.
It's all aimed toward fulfilling
my arrogant, hard-driven goal:
a deeper sense of understanding
about what parts of us
might be worth saving and
where we all went wrong.
Why did we all have to go wrong?
It had been so beautiful when I saw it
through the eyes of a child,
born through a chemical.
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