Build to suit The sign on the empty lot reads A swampy stretch of land along the highway I would buy it and build Nothing Let those murky waters be Where the frogs can sing And herons can dive And turtles sun themselves on muddy banks I would let the grass grow long And the mangroves to overshadow While tiny fish dart around their roots I would let The wild be wild I would let The wild be.
I can never let you inside, darling,
Not inside this mind of mine
Where shadowy facades and dazzling truths dwell
Or is it shadowy truths and dazzling facades?
I can no longer tell
How can I let you inside, darling,
When I can't even begin to tackle the enormity of my own thoughts?
The big, shaggy, lumbering beast
That is somehow never within my reach
I can feel myself floating sometimes,
A tiny insignificant leaf adrift upon a mirrorlike pond of fathomless depths
That vivid leaf which is my core, the very center of my being. . .
Is a different entity entirely from the dark glossy sea of my thoughts
Do you see my heart?
I am holding
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