Seeing/Believing
Why do I see what other's don't?
Or is it that I see what other's won't?
An object races across the sky,
Yet only my eyes catch it,
The temperature drops around the room,
Yet only my skin feels it,
the smell of a thousand flowers being tended by the fairies,
Yet only my nose detects it,
Is it my mind playing tricks on me?
Or is it the others who refuse to see?
Something
I've lost my way,
Of that I am certain,
For the night takes the day,
as a as a window with drawn curtains,
Deep in the night,
I see creatures creeping,
Deep in my heart,
I know I'm not sleeping,
Out there among those wild trees,
Lives more then just possums and birds and bees,
Something out there is quite more fearsome than these,
How can I walk though the woods fancy free?
The answer is simple,
That something is me.
The Walkaway Girl
I am what I am,
Not more or less.
You can put me in a box,
I'll break it.
You can Put me on a pedestal
I will fall.
You can burn a number in my skin,
I will wash it away.
You can make me what you want to see,
I'll make you look away.
Because I am what I am,
No matter what.
I'll do what I do,
No matter what.
And if you try to change me?
Well, I'll just walk away...
