I am small and bare,
Lost in the unending ocean.
Where some find themselves,
When the question asked has yet an answer.
Too many parts with not enough info,
The path laid bare with facts in the open.
What do I say to that open door?
Ask to stay and ask for more,
Am I mistaken in what I see and feel?
Or is there more in what the face appeals,
Swirling moments of days lost.
Am I ready for what now will cost?
In this the true answer lies,
No more tears no more goodbyes.

A colored piece of glass,
On the ground in the grass.
Colored yellow, blue, green, and red,
Who broke it?
Are they dead?
No one knows,
Yet why should they care.
Circles and circles going in a infinite loop,
Round and round in and out of my head.
Burning with the question of who broke the glass,
Did I do it?
I can't remember,
The memories are blocked or gone,
The fear in the breath of not knowing.
The mind is slipping,
Is it going?
The glass in its broken state,
Can no longer be the one to commentate.
So I'll sadly say the point thats true,
I in a sense feel like that glass.
How about you?

It's all a public stage,
On which you display your wares.
What talk of sweet joys,
Can be something to be compared.
What lies have you yet to spew?
When all is gone and bared,
I see no easy answer.
When all you give is words,
And never really care.

A master and his words,
Never sleep never rest.
They flow as the day is long,
Beating out the best.
The words are the master,
And the master is his word.
For both must flow together as one,
Or be gone.....gone.......gone.

Where does it start now?
Where does it begin?
The writing has been on the wall awhile now,
Just like my sin.
But my procrastination,
Has left me caved in.
My life is certainly a mess now,
Like a ***** diaper bin.
I don't know how long I can last,
Being this tired and unable to get past.
All the things life requires of me to grow,
Even though my fears and uncertainties show.
Let the light shine in.

**** all the things I've ever known,
Whether here or at home.
In all this world I've never seen,
Oh what to trade for a spirits gleam.
The smooth rich taste that takes the world away,
Dark or light.
Doesn't matter,
To each their way.
But here one regresses in life's scheme,
All for just a taste of liquors forgetting drink.

I can't help you with your problem,
You already have the help you need.
I'm just something that's been here before,
And live it more and more certainly.
You cry you're lost and confused,
But it's only a moment of cloudy.
I don't know where I fit anymore,
When you've up and gone from me.
So I can be here in the presence of it all,
That you've found everywhere else.
This the best of what used to be,
Gone, lost, forsaken, possibly.