SOUP

i can only offer
my painted smile,

sometimes the pain

is just too much to bear.

no one knows the secrets

behind these empty eyes.

to be eternally happy,

is a treasure this world has never

and will never know.

i almost wonder if dear andy

was saying 'fuck critics, fuck the world'

and decided to see how far he could get

off a campbells soup can.

thats what i believe after all

his superstar died

in her prime.

how can i make it clear;

THIS IS WHAT I WANT

... do i have to spell it out for you too

.*.*.*--*.*.*.

to you time is just a hand

rotating;

to me its moments passing us by.

colours make life interesting,

but for me its expression and

individuality.

running keeps you fit,

it keeps me grateful

and sane.