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I can't get comfortable

and my hand is

shaking

with the opportunity to

write

something new.

There's a kid on the news

praying

as he wawaits a detective's

questions

I sit and fiddle with my hair

as I awaite hsi call...

I've got cookies to eat

but no diet soda

and my room is messy again

but somehow

I know

my dreams

tonight

won't be

haunted

by

Furious Muses.



Is it getting bteter>

can you taste the change?

Is it getting worse?

Can you hear the faith?

Do you smile inside

or do you breathe in despair?

can you remember what it feelsl ike to care?



There's a song

stuck

in my head

but my pen is

full

of ink

My hand is filled with

ideas

but my heart can't

think

fast enough to write them.

My mood ring

swirls!

with pent-up emotions

and the other

glitters

with shining possibilities

My fingers are numb

but my Soul

keeps

beating

and the

truth

is all

coming

faster.



Is it getting better?

Did you taste the faith?

Is it getting worse?

Did you hear the change?

Can you see the love

and cherish the memories?

Is your mind free and clear?

Is your soul relieved of its burden?

Do you care enough to feel?

or can you?



I prefer not to talk about it

and I smile when I need to

I cry in the privacy of my cramped closet

and I scream publicly about my anger

As an addict to innocence

to ignorance

I tend to forget to try

but I still manage

to experience life.



Is it getting better?

It doesn't matter now.

Is it getting worse?

I'm still alive.

Can you feel it?

I'm willing to try.

Do you see it?

All too clearly...