*Nothing More* 11-3-95

Nov 4 21:57 UTC 1995

On the wing of a broken bird and
Falling like a broken bird does fall
Rocks, Rubble-
  pieces of the broken road at my feet-
              between me and the broken words
From the mouth of the bird, once mine, broken bird
Why has my bird broken its words broken words
Am I still what I am or what am I am I?
The choices make it hard to think
With all this noise I am a part
Broken birds broken words
Broken birds broken words
Is this what it seems it must be?
Then I must seem to be not waht I am
Not what I won't be soon
But what I will be before I am
But the birds broken words will haunt me
Haunt me forever...
And I try to hear what htey aren't saying
But it's always just exactly what it is from here
Nothing more nothing more nothing more
I guess that's what it is
What it must be
The broken words of a broken bird
and Nothing More
Nothing More