we are young -ii-

i hurt by all the friends i lost
by my involvement more than anything

 they ever did

a revolving door of well-meaning kids 

who tried to help this kid 

when this kid was deeply

 unreachable

now and again a horror
such a demon at times

 i been 

have i healed or will i ever
be so terrible you will
not wanna remember me

turn the blinds down
light up the no vacancy
keep me far away

have i done the same

 to you

i believe i suffered 

(before and after you)

i am young

lead me -- oh! -- very young what 

of darkness and derision

 to faith from 

indecision

inside out of me 

-- of us all -- like 

vapors we pass

 through

change us
 i am sorry

as we get older i believe

 in our presence

 

we are young

navel label (cut off the orange) #1

  I found myself in a jam... reluctant to change. I was grown on common kinda ground and walked the city streets with the disheartened and lost like myself. I knew who they were. I saw them reaching for the same jars in the same grocery outlets. We held the same posture and fears and blood pressure.


I found myself in a jam. Halfway through my peanut butter sandwich. But I saw no end to the torment. We fight and we try. And why? My mood, my status and my affect --my sense of myself in this chair
      this room
         this house
               this hood
                    this town
                   this city
          this country
    this world

this universe
the emptiness
Better off senseless sometimes

I have felt so foolish
 my reputation fallen
My spirit lost and out there somewhere lookin' for you
Callin' and callin'