Human Creature

 

"What is this thing you call love?"                             

From that question your wall stood

Eyes and ears ready to pounce

At that sound of the delicate word.

 

You want to own her.

 

So you lie to yourself, too

Like adults who never grew

Flowers who never bloomed

Does mother bird know

Her chick never flew?

They planned out your life before you left her womb.

 

Now your looking for a god

To tell you someting grand

Maybe under your plastic film

There cries a voice who understands.

 

Dear human creature

Trying to mimic, wanting to learn

If you fail you know the burn

Your reward becomes your drug.

 

I want to cradle your cold lost soul

But the poor thing only bites

Would I, too, if I were you?

If I saw me through your eyes.