In so many words,
A man has kissed but not loved,
And thus has died in a psychotic fire.
But if he had not kissed,
Could he ever have loved
Another who loved him
In so many words.

In so many things,
There is life and there is
The realization that death
Is but another insane child
In this quivering universe,
And I guess that’s a little bit funny
In so many things.

In so many seasons,
Snow falls but we don’t
See how lucid we really are.
And if I can’t know
How much I have seen
How can I proffer what I don’t have
In so many seasons.

In so many lives,
Light flickers and dies,
Children laugh and then cry,
Birds fly and then fall
Down in a thermal wind
That carries the heart
In so many lives.

In so many eyes,
The wispy heathens of day,
Watch them run away,
For fear of meeting another,
But if they could only sing,
The music that could be made
In so many eyes.

In so many hearts,
A black tar sucks in the world,
Torn apart by confusion,
And mad lust for flights of
Fancy that offer but a sliver
Of the love that cries
In so many hearts.