Or, I Wrote This On The Toilet
For in all the places I have been,
I’ve found myself alone again.
A barren smile is all I am,
A dream, a life, a mind, a sham.
I’m never more than what you are,
And only less in certain light;
I’ve never had a will to fight.
Your shoes leave prints along the sand,
But I am one with empty land,
So as I walk I leave no trace,
Lonesome daughter of no place.