By Ali
Date: 2002 Aug 12
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Of the Seasons

Break me open,
And tell me what's inside,
Because I can't see clearly anymore,
Whether my eyes are wide open
Or wide shut,
It doesn't really make a difference,
'Cause the unseen picture's still the same.
I'm fumbling around,
Wondering about my existence,
Trying to find the cornerstone,
Or starting place,
Of who I am,
Of who I was,
Of who I'll become,
But some things just get lost,
Their meanings blurred
Or misconstrued
In the translation.
There was something in your eyes
Once, that told me you understood,
And I wonder if I'll find it there
Now, among the changing of the seasons,
Or has the honesty been too much spent,
Thrown away and wasted,
To be forgotten among the scatterd lies?
I know not what to expect,
What to sing
Or what to say,
Because everything seems incorrect,
Overly faulted somehow,
And I'm 16 years old again,
Scrambling to speak,
To find the right words to say,
But true to the past,
I simply cannot find them.