ode to confusion

life steps to a beat

not my own

i don't own anything

besides my soul

and even that isn't mine to give

(a sentimental fool I am)

you don't see me; just my heart

(time stops to see me at your feet)

how's this for poetry

turned round from prose?

and if you'll hear it

god only knows

i've a story to tell

(boring & restless it is)

a life so single

(boring & restless it is)

long nights of spring

and short days of fall

can you see me

spin round at all?

(It's delightful

It's delicious

It's delovely)

your heart is stone

and yet is full

and i'm not the

only little china doll

is this yours; alone out there?

(even i can tell you it ain't so)

if you'd bother to even scream

(i'd tell you, dear, it's all a dream)