are you the ostrich that buries its head in the sand?
are you Custer making his last stand?
are you the hunter or the hunted in a chase?
tell me whats the weather like in outer space?better to let the coldness in your bones than the darkness in your heart
better to leave them scattered at your feet than all together lost
is it the only light we can see when were staring in the dark?
left waiting for one kind remark
standing alone in the park with daisiesmore like a whisper less like a cough
not quite a day dream out and about
almost a silence that never seems strange
its all been arrangedare you the snake that sheds his skin and slithers on?
are you the rock that sits and stays on the mountaintop?
are you the sowing farmer or the cash crop that he reaps?
hows your abyss has it gotten real deep?