Is it simpler to pretend
this is all there is,
that you're free to be any person
but you're all you'll ever be.
The heart of me
that was born in the womb
will be my legacy
in a cold tomb.
Love falls apart
at my terrible touch,
fingers trembling at the thought of it
but chases it away.
Just do what you do
and I'll sit and watch you all,
you were taught to live
but I'm still trying to learn.