Held in hands, a warm cup/ of skin always taken in by peers/ and friends and the heightened fears/ over the years/ now i know i'm not
like everyone
In this head i see the ground/ you came from, unknown, undug/ from where you were staying in/ a backyard bed until/ we came
together
Raspberry, in my hand/ you feel alright but i don't/ know if i am/ i can't change/ what i am right now, but/ i'll be fine in the next life
I know i can say, i'm honest/ with myself and with/ my red tasty gem/ and sure they will try, but/ they can't take away / my secret
loving friend
And on a good day, my mind/ is like the country...green wide open/ a breath of zen that's nice/ on the eyes, lonely, without a prayer
Take the trip that i have / i am at risk/ but i guess you know...
Explosions/ from the goldfish bowl/ visions/ of blue girls crying stars/ the more the garden sings/ the harder it gets to stay in/ there
are a lot of choices/ so many voices ruling me/ so many of them at once/ yelling, "everything's a mess"...i know