An optomistic look at the future.
|When I Heal
My friends say my life is all over.
They say it's over today.
I can't say that I believe any of them.
They can't even find their own way.
They stumble along in the shadows.
They mull about in the dark.
They hang out in the dullest of places.
They shop for love in the park.
I limp along in the daylight.
I hug the walls as I walk.
I shake as a leaf in the sunshine.
I shudder and then I don't talk.
If they open their mouths they whisper.
If I open my mouth I scream.
Their emotions they run dark as the ocean.
My emotions they run warm as a stream.