save me, please.
I feel very much lost 
or somehow found to be lost 
or lost in my own finding of myself.  
What is this pain called reason 
or rational thought 
or modern man 
or development 
or growth 
or the ego 
or the idea of choice 
or this?  
When can we truly learn from our stupidity; 
is it actually impossible?  
What form can I choose?  
What lies can I live or die by?  
What did you wear today?  
Where can peace live in the storms of the future, 
in the conflicts of today, 
in fear?  
How can jesus save me now?  
How can I believe I can't save myself?  
Who can save me?  
Where does the sun truly shine on me?  
Why am I so happy, or so empty?  
Can we walk with our hands--holding each other?  
Can we cry and be rid of it?  
Can we worry worry worry?
please?
sing for me.
sing to me.
hear me sing.
listen, don't read.
watch, don't imagine.
no surprises here.
no knight
no hero
no saint
no prophet
no god.
only this.
this.

PEACE - Tristan