These six degrees of separation
Between you and what I have come to be
Bridges crumble with the weight of honesty
I can see it in your eyes
The fear of that which we cannot control
Holding on to the fear of letting go
Respect the boundaries of communication and greed
I again taste what I have pushed to bleed
Nothing seems to remove these truths
No matter what sneaks up under my skin
I have begun not always to try to win
Pushing envelopes of the fears I hold
No blind faith, nor blind fear can hold me here
I'll taste and bleed then separate
Change these fears to love or hate
Create, cooperate, express, stabilize
Open the doors to freedom and to my eyes
This vision awakens and becomes division
Six times the days between something that meant anything
I have learned to let go of me... finally
ⓒ 2001 Shawn Michael Quinn
ⓒ 2001 Shawn Michael Quinn
