and

stuck into categories we never made

defined in ways we never imagined

shaped by the words we meant not to say

made into something we never were

filed into cabinets and quickly forgotten

only remembered when time is of essence

accused by the pointing fingers we point

judgement made on faulty assumptions



look around, look away

i can't see the light of day

don't you ever wonder

why it's gone, much too far

privacy inside a jar

i don't understand the

reasons we continue to

live our lives as we do

misunderstood and lonely

kid ourselves with things we think

teetering on the brink