Thank You For Loving Me
Unfortunate son cornered, cowering in the pit of circling panes of glass that
surround and reveal the ever present "it."
"It" is my move, my every look,
interpreting gestures,
informing others
what's undercover and lurking beneath my mask
of this year's featured model.
Is this too much?
Close your eyes.
Care to look inside? I AM I!
What may appear
might easily be explained,
but given the situation
of info saturation,
what you feel can never go away.
Steering
I Will Be There
I'm Still Searching
Glass Tiger
The rumors are vicious
My ears are burning
It's been a long hard day
Telephone rings
I still got nothing to say
Considerations tossed
Out the window
I feel a little bit wired
The rules say anything goes
But I don't want to play
You said I could walk away
Take me back to where
My life burns
I'm still searching for something
I'm still looking for someone
But I'm caught in the middle
Of a broken heart
And a life on the run
Took a long walk
I went down through the backstreets
I heard the city scream
Reminds me of the time
I run wicked and free
Now here I stand all alone
But I'm back to where
My life burns.
One heart
One home
But I'm still holding on
I've loved
But I've roamed
Now I'm goin' home goin' home.
From: Starlawill@aol.com