Blinded by the curiosity
Yet I am too afraid to open my eyes to look
And I’ve closed my ears to block out the words
Just to protect myself incase the truth is something bad.
And so I sit and fester.
Wandering around in my own dark life.
Never finishing anything.
Maybe I’m afraid of the outcome
Or I’m too lazy to do the work.
It’s got to be that.
What else can it be?
I have to stop looking to you for all my answers,
I have to stop expecting perfection from you.
You are a human being.
And I’m sure that your weary soul cannot take much more of my bull shit.
18 April 2000 5:56pm