Wonderfully empathetic
Emotionally unstable
Dreadfully close
Heartily unwanted
Up and down we go
'Round and 'round
Past the turnstile
Through the revolving door
Up the escalator
Past the elevator
Through the isles
Not looking at what we pass
Given a chance
We can see it
We can feel it
And it won't hurt
It can't hurt
It mustn't hurt
It belongs to us
It is only for us
But we still pass
Afraid to look
Afraid to touch
Afraid to feel the sensational
It is all we ever do
We cannot avoid it
I try to turn
You avoid to turn
We create tension
Through the inaction;
Not doing anything
We will always be blind
June 27, 1996
