My life is like a koan
It's designed to make me break
And the message says to let go is the only way
To open the door
I listen for you in the bells
I look for you atop the plate from which I eat
I reach out for you in my bed at dawn
And see you driving every car on every street
As I walk by
As I am still to young to drive
How can I miss love if I've left it?
In the bathrooms and the classrooms of the North
And how can I trust love, must I test it?
Trial by fire steers the ship from off its course
Where have I found myself?
I missed my turn
Where have I found myself?
I missed my turn
I love the songs he plays me
Yet they do not capture my attention like the bells
I rush home with the message on my palm
But the sweat makes it impossible to tell
What it read
And I forget
