- Face -
I saw a door before me,
Yet I cannot shake a feeling...
I miss my face, the one so lovely and fair.
I'm tired of saying what is sweeter heard.
Brother Bluebird,
a golden gate of life.
Behind its doors I knew
housed understanding.
I feel as if my face is lost.
Sweet countenance.
And I miss the feeling the doornob at my fingertips,
Not a nightmare away.
I'm tired of his whim and temper
taking precendence over needs.
I'm tired of being lied to out of convenience.
I'm tired of being an inconvenience.
I'm tired of being tired.
Have you found my face yet?
