SUBURBAN ROSE

Thoughts falling so far from the tree
Come crashing down, mould into me
When a dream becomes your whole life
The rest just rolls
The rest is old
There's something there you just can't see

Everyone is seen so different
Nobody sees through me
Nothing left lurking in the shadows
More there for me to see

Perception comes into life alone
While sketches of the past die young
Nothing ever turns or notices
The night is mine
The night unkind
The path we walked, the metaphor

But she helped me that evening
She didn't really do a thing
Spoke to me with little meaning
But it meant the world to me

From days and days of wondering
If, from this, I might get anything
It was something I didn't want, but sweet all the same
Care was shown
Then it was gone
But my eyes and mind were opened anyway

The new life and thoughts she gave
I reluctantly accepted, changed inside
She didn't mean to do it, but she saved
I'll not forget the one suburban rose


3/12/98