I don't want to lose my faith
I just picked up my electronics
I don't want to lose my laundry
Or follow the suit or be in trouble

I don't want to be left in the sea
And have salt solidify around my tears

I don't want to lose my brother
I just picked up today's news
I don't want to eat the pig
Or listen to the radio or be in sight

I don't want to be molded in plastic
And have photographers at my funeral

I don't want to hear the bagpipes
Or play with puzzles made of gold
I don't want to hear your voice
Or play games with your mind

I don't want to hear you on the telephone
Or swallow your spit at night
I don't want to hear your children's story
Or be your partner in crime

I don't want to burn the ants or watch them crawl
I don't want to eat your lunch or borrow your money
I don't want to be a rich man's lover
Or grow old in disbelief

I don't want an eagle feather
Or be documented and remembered
I don't want rope around my neck at a thin age
Or for you to be sorry in your lonesome


I have warm hands for the holding
I have a heart filled with steel
I have a thick head filled with dreams
That never come out in positive white

I have been influenced
I have been in a coma
I have been back and around
But I've never been with you



© 200 David Greg Harth
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