Leave me alone with noise
The noise I try to escape
But it always hides in the foreground
Until it reveals itself again

Talk about my generation
Or do they just shout about themselves?
I doubt I’ll ever know
Because I can’t decipher the words
Can’t feel where one ends
And the next begins

All alone, surrounded
Writing myself right again
It’s not worth trying to listen
Even though it’s all so familiar

The waiting drove me mad
Or as mad as I ever get
Bitterness of one who’s left alone
Standing on the edge
Looking over…
Contemplating the drop

Let’s fall…fall…
Not for the finality
But for the thrill of the chase…
Chasing the ground
And catching it…

So we feel for recognition
But we can never hear the words
The words that try to speak to us
Day and night and day and night
Even in our sleep
And in our waking dreams

And as I wait
I realise that I’m waiting
For something that passed me by
But I was too caught up in myself
To notice.

10/28/2000

Posted on 06/02/2004
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