Is it wrong to wish
You were somebody else
Holding a dream
That nobody felt?
And then to awake
And wonder what for
When catching the snow
You let it all go.
I saw a man
Staring at me,
Singing to madmen
Grinding their teeth.
“My tailor sold me
A ladder of rust
Engraved with words
I’ve come to trust,
‘Take your time
And find yourself
One step above
The last.'”
Is it wrong to love
When you don’t love yourself?
Maybe they don’t love you.
Maybe there’s no second chance.
And then to clasp your hand
Around a copper coffer
And let go the heart
You’d never offer.
I saw a man
Who wouldn’t look at me.
Disparaging comments
Piled up at his feet.
“Bakers will give away
Bread on the street
That beggars will describe
As not fit to eat.
Mind your pride
For it forgot
To mind the things
That you have not.”
Is it wrong to say
That you’re not so bad
When you lie to yourself
Just to go to bed?
And then to awake
And hear someone say
That this is the reason
You’re alone today.
I saw a man
Smiling at me
And upon his chest
Was this to read:
“Judge yourself
But cast no stones
For you haven’t the sight
To catch them.
But if one day
You let one go
Stand straight out of courtesy
To those behind you.”