Making Sense Of

So sorry to say

I think you're walking the wrong way

Just turn around, facing the sun

Walk until you start to become

Somebody else, holding a flower

Call it a rose, give up your power

And place it at the feet

Of a woman made of concrete

Touching her skin, smooth and cold

Wait for her smile as the day folds

Into a dark, cavernous sky

Something you love passes you by

But you've got to let it go

Over the edge with the unknown

Nothing is yours, not even the desire

Protecting the meaning that you've acquired

And attached to everything

Making sense of the wiring

Keeping you here, healthy and clear

Safe in your room, firm in your fear