I'm not wanting
inhibitions...

I've gone through the looking glass
to find everything right side up...

Dark and silent, shoes and clothes
quiet words inside me rose...

All this murky, thick, and dark
i cannot see or hear or feel...

Tumbling, bumbling, stumbling down
falling, sprawling on the ground...

My life's a puzzle
pieces strewn...

God, You are so very clever
innovative, creative, and forever...

Beneath our layers of fashion
and hair and pretention...

Can you see him, Katherine Lucinda
as you dance with your angel friends up above...

There she goes
off to crazyville...

Green little circles
adhered in a bowl...

Is there really safety in numbers
like telephone numbers...