FACES

I have nothing to offer
I'm nothing, can't you see
I want to paint a picture
But I know I could never be

All the faces gazing free
Nobody sees them horribly
It's art for all to experience
It just makes me lonely and weak

All the people, the faces
The inward empty stares
The people, the faces
That I will never meet

Alone, I feel
The faces on the wall won't even
Talk to me
Finish me

Look for the different speeds
All of the artistic needs
The celebration of the faces for free

So many covered and sheltered
Displayed so openly
Can I find a way to understand
Leaves everything up to me

Shut me in
Make me think
Unleash the turmoil in my mind
Close your eyes
Create disguise
And let the sorrow and aching unwind

You make me feel so strange
So afraid
The black on black charade
Suits the way

Walking alone through the 
Chamber of faces
People of the past, all the
Souls I'll never see


9/12/98