the self-involved compassion
for my own private armada
of wounded dreams and pieces
of an age old broken heart
have I forgotten how to start
all over again
have I forgotten how to live
and make a new friend
have I forgotten how to hope
and believe in love
have I forgotten how to dream
or what I dream of
give me a reason
to come out of hibernation
in this wound-licking concerto
of superficial distraction
and creative child's play
have I forgotten what it means
to be alive
have I forgotten how to live
to live to survive
have I forgotten how important
it is to care
have I forgotten how important
it is to share
give me a way to
return to an intimacy
that reaches beyond the body
that does not fear lust
that does not fear trust
give me a way to
return to sincerity
at depths of meaningful
sharing and caring that
means something more
give me a way to
actually make a difference
in this world of plastic promises
and instant gratification
and sound bytes
give me a way to
give me a way to
give me a way to
give me away
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