Something is slipping away,
through my thoughts of haze,
I try to change how I think,
but my tears still await in the sink,

I wash my illusions away,
as I try to stand on my own,
But my limbs are tangled and weak,
I'll use you to help me believe,

And all I can eat is my words,
My stomach is vacant I'm sure,
For I know that my colors have changed,
to disguise the illusions I am,

They come to my door with a book,
And the words that are written are truth,
I've heard that a will is a way,
So I'll sell you my will for your maze,

In the morning I'm only awake,
But still I'm too taken to speak,
Just leave me alone for awhile,
And tomorrow I'll speak with a smile.

By: Daniel Hansen
April 28/01