These R The Thoughts
These are the thoughts that go through my head in myBackyard on a Sunday afternoonWhen I have the house to myself and I'm not expendingAll that energy on fighting with my boyfriend
Is he the one that I will marry?Why is it so hard to be objective about myself?Why do I feel cellularly alone?Am I supposed to live in this crazy city?Can blindly continued fearInduced regurgitated life-denying tradition be overcome?
Where does the money go that I send to those in need?If we have so much why do some people have nothing still?Why do I feel frantic when I first wake up in the morning?Why do you say you are spiritual yet you treat people like shit?
How can you say you're close to god and yet you talk behindMy back as though I am not a part of you?Why do I say I'm fine when it's obvious I'm not?Why's it so hard to tell you what I want?Why can't you just read my mind?
Why do I fear that the quieter I am theless you will listen?Why do I care whether you like me or not?Why is it so hard for me to be angry?Why is it such work to stay conscious andSo easy to get stuck and not the other way around?
Will I ever move back to Canada?Can I be with a lover with whom I am a student anda master?Why am I encouraged to shut my mouth when it gets tooclose to home?Why cannot I live in the moment?