A hole gnawed in me,
Torn savagely by those of my kind.
Knowledge is what I want to give them, truth about me,
Truth of what raw emotions can pain me.
They walked on, they led on
Breaking the paths, bending it, my feet.
I crawled like a senseless puppet, I slouched like a slave.
But I moved. I moved.
Ask the heart what it truly desires, asked it why it loves the sharp tools so much?
Does it really matter in the end?
Same road, same pain.
Same stones, same rain.
Do you ever really learn?
Shook my head, shakes their heads.
Ney, fellow beings.
I never really learnt.
<Phish’s notes> I love words. When arts fail me, the words wait for me. Loyal as a dog.