June 17, 2003


A single lifetime, lived through two different lives, three voices that never listened
and a love that spanned four years
Five different ways to deal with six different people, through seven personas,
in eight dimensions with nine lives to expend
Twenty different ways to make you laugh, multiplied by twenty one to make you cry,
and by the twenty second hour your boredom overwhelms
Twenty three worthless burnt-out candles, while the twenty fourth mothers
another still bigger, better lie called the 25th
In a million ways I could lose my soul and mind,
and yet there is not a single way I could redeem it