It isn't "Ladies and gentlemen please remain seated at all times"
There are no little kids' big eyes
Or adults' assumed disinterest
This isn't your everyday theme park tour ride
I can't take you by the hand
Lead you through the twisted barbed wire walkways of my mind
Point out the fires burning along the horizon, fueled by the ever falling debris
Help you to wind your way around the jagged and twisted outcroppings
With which I am so familiar
I can try, in my lame way
To form words meant to somehow convey this wreakage to you
But I can't inject my thoughts, words, beliefs into you
You have to crave the understanding that it would take
To make sense of my wonderfully fucked up self