Once you have been hit
You no longer know what
It is like not to protect yourself
Once you have taken a bottle
You never know what
It is like not to be drunk
Is it better to know
Or to live a life of unknowing?
Let’s play a game of I’d rather
Then we can truly find out
A place where we can
Hear our own thoughts
It’s unlikely that I would
Operate a crane but if I
Measured the wind speed
And the weight capacity of
My emotions I think the memories
Would all collapse
Is there a priest in the room
That could offer a holy moment
A friend to lock eyes with
I have a feeling if the water
Was dark enough to cover up
The guilt of mistaken plots almost
Everyone would agree to
Keep it a secret
Is there any reason to believe
That loving a different way will
Bring back the beginning
So we can start over again?
© GÄ
Poétique 