Monday, August 22, 2005

Poor baby

Poor baby

Is it safe there in gray world
Where nothing is black and white
Where nothing is ever wrong
Where nothing is ever right

Nuance this
Nuance that
It's all a point of view
Even the very facts

For fence straddlers
Poor poor baby
If yes and no is too hard
Well then there's always maybe

But everywhere
And all the time
Sounds to me
Like an unbalanced mind

Let's get down in it
Let's get into the dirt
Tell me something that matters
Tell me of your deepest hurt

Who would you protect
Who to you draws sacred breath
Who would you step in front of
To meet eye to eye with death

10:20 pm
transcribed this time
10:24 pm

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