My Own Skin

Suffer through these digital thorns

Try to think of some better thoughts

But, there's no mention of a golden scene

Spent a lifetime, how much longer can I be me?

Honesty seems like an uninsured policy

Never asked for this unkind, untimely tragedy

There's no mention of a greener dream

Oh, for how long can I stay me?

Walk on a path where the dead are buried

Try to run, but the knee braces are heavy

There's no mention of someone who will edify these dreams

How much longer can I survive as me?

Past should never be allowed to stay alive

Holding its cold hand, don't think to survive

No mention of what I could have been

Not much strength, but, I hope the Sun would lend me.