How can you rest with the sound in your head
Of your unfinished plans and your life in the air?
Perception meets truth, if that’s your cross to bear
Weakness and blame will carry you there
Lost by a nose again
I could never keep it to myself
Not always obvious
When it tells me what smells
I’d like to think that there is more to me
Than we spend all our lives pretending to be
When an echo of truth can be louder than a scream
Ears are no use and I’m no sight to see