Desire drives us to work,
and work drives our desires...
and I stand here in the middle
wondering what this has cost me.
The rastafarian with dreds and
a big grin drives me to work...
and sometimes home too-
and all my fellow passengers
enjoy the day more than I,
because they don't see this.
I can't fall prey to the ways
that you say my name,
and the ways that your eyes
see something more than me
and if only your ears would hear
the hello that I cannot say...
I can't fall prey to belief systems
that were never, and are not
my ways...
We all suffer our addictions,
mine so simple... so honest-
I live... simply to live.
I trust- not often, but I trust
in ways that no-one else understands.
in ways that break me more often
than any breach that you could cause.
And don't think
that it means I don't care
because I try not to trust you
I won't... I still don't understand
why I already do...
I don't understand what you have done
to force me into this rigid response
of looking away without an answer...
Something I never meant to take
something I never meant to know...
and all I feel,
is this burning desire |