wide awake and sleep walking
are there words soft enough
still holding the power
that could put your sweet head to rest
you do what i did
and what i still do
and trust yourself less and less
i could give you my personal opinion
i could diagnose by the symptoms i see
but whose life am i ready to handle
when i work so damned hard on me
it looks easy i know
like saying i hate snow
and that i love the sun
don't think it's the same
opinions are formed
and i was
you were
born
maybe this all came along for the price
of admission but i don't recall
there are walls but your'e looking
through the windows
into rooms that are just like my room
i wish i had half the power
over you as i do over me
and her too
i could have fixed her
if she weren't seperate from me
your skin is your skin
my mind is my mind
somehow they both make decisions
i sometimes think mine are the
much more informed
but i never touched your light hands
and you never heard the hand story
and you never looked in my eyes
and you wouldn't find your slick answers there
it's the mirror the face
the easiest path
the hard thing
the best thing
the right thing
i wish i could put out my power
my hands my mind my strength
and grant you a slow steady sureness
just like the one i live with
olivia bitting  1998

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