What if all there is is me?
What if I am all I see...

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

Green little circles
adhered in a bowl...

There she goes
off to crazyville...

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

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

I'm not wanting
inhibitions...

My life's a puzzle
pieces strewn...

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

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

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

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