Someone Else's Words
I've seen so many deaths
That it's hard to believe
I've never felt pain.
But I don't know its meaning.
It's hard to believe that all those tears
And all those things lost
Were nothing but words--
Nothing but someone else's words.
I've heard so many voices
Memorized so many songs
Listening to others
Who were trying to belong
That I wonder how I could think
The way I do
Of conformity.
But of course I'd never wanted to be
Like the rest of them.
There was nothing there--
Nothing but someone else's words.
I've moved so many times
I speak so many languages--
Maybe true,
But the words make me believe
That I've seen twice what I've really seen
And been to places nobody's
Ever been,
Those things that I imagined,
They weren't the truth.
They weren't anything,
Nothing but someone else's words.
And I try to keep myself
From believing in the books
Distinguishing
Fact from fiction
But the temptation is too strong.
So I'll get lost in Wonderland
So I'll live myths with elven friends
So I'll dive into the books.
And even though I know
That they're not mine,
Nothing but someone else's words,
It's important to find a little more on earth
That your own wonderful, miserable life.
So I'll wander someone else's story,
And pick up what I can to help me find the trail that I'd left
So long ago.
I'll find a way to bring my words to brighter life,
And I'll have others read them.
And I don't care what they do with them,
But me,
I'll find the time
To wallow in someone else's words
Someday.