Never Been

I don’t want to lose my faith

I just picked up my electronics

I don’t want to lose my laundry

Or follow the suit or be in trouble

I don’t want to be left in the sea

And have salt solidify around my tears

I don’t want to lose my brother

I just picked up today’s news

I don’t want to eat the pig

Or listen to the radio or be in sight

I don’t want to be molded in plastic

And have photographers at my funeral

I don’t want to hear the bagpipes

Or play with puzzles made of gold

I don’t want to hear your voice

Or play games with your mind

I don’t want to hear you on the telephone

Or swallow your spit at night

I don’t want to hear your children’s story

Or be your partner in crime

I don’t want to burn the ants or watch them crawl

I don’t want to eat your lunch or borrow your money

I don’t want to be a rich man’s lover

Or grow old in disbelief

I don’t want an eagle feather

Or be documented and remembered

I don’t want rope around my neck at a thin age

Or for you to be sorry in your lonesome

I have warm hands for the holding

I have a heart filled with steel

I have a thick head filled with dreams

That never come out in positive white

I have been influenced

I have been in a coma

I have been back and around

But I’ve never been with you

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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