the fountain could run dry —
no reaching, no year…confused
and the friends just don’t get it
this is where I go
to find what’s true about myself…
but I ache to be more
than a stream of outpouring emotion —
put some respect on my name,
so I can know what that feels like…
but then I wonder,
maybe the moment that happens,
the fountain could run dry —
no reaching, no yearning,
no question…