And I think my heart is bursting
And I’m tired of this searching
Looking for a meaning for my life.
And my heart is yearning
And my loins are aching
And I think I might be learning
How much I love you.
No fish swim in this sorrowful pool
No hand has touched this swollen tool
This world is twisted, unjust and cruel
No one will love this tired old fool.
mudcrow
November 3 1999
