I suppose its something like
repressive and emotive
and I wonder sometimes
whether I truly understood
was I right?
did I fight the good fight?
or was I the one
slashing the tires?
And it's a wonder that
I escaped alive
from the bitter memories
the heartfelt emotions
where did I go wrong?
what happened to my love song?
did it drift away
or get stolen by some stronger man?
So I present myself
a songless man
to this doubtful choir
in hopes that I could sing again.