Fishbowl

Since young I've heard that word, since a child I've heard I've needed it.

A slick tongue has built my world, so now...why would I believe in it?

My own whims grew the wins from a leaflet, no reasoning, the fruit that I am still a secret...

Palace after palace, built my own hands, sank in the oceans of the deepest.

What was that word they used to teach me? Why would I think of it now?

When all the worst has come to pass, why does it sit on my brow?

Let me sit with it now... Let me sit with it now.

This warm stream from my heart and this static I sense?

Is this what they meant? I think this what they meant.....but I swore that I heard.

This feeling is it's own power with it's own place, it was never a word.

I used to say faith this, faith that what does anyone know...that still hasn't changed...because really...what does anyone know?