When I speak, I speak too much

Enthusiasm is not a good thing

Aren’t we all trying to get ahead?

When I speak, I speak too much

too much enthusiasm

too many smiles

people become wary

of genuine joy.

When I speak, I will speak too little

and people will ask me, why I am quiet

and I will say enthusiasm is suspicious

and I will say, true affections means nothing at all.

When I sing, I sing without words

I pull the strings of your life together

When I sing, my song goes down ley lines

weave your life again, weave patterns again

aren’t we all trying to get ahead?

wounded healer, alive – and dead

and affections means nothing at all.

when I sing, I sing without words

and people ask me why I am silent

and I say my song pulls your life together

and they quickly walk away.

sharpie and ink on paper 2012

Freestyle sharpie and Faber-Castell. No pre-drawing.

Freestyle sharpie and Faber-Castell on paper. No pre-drawing.

Marker and pen on paper 2012