Erase the last five minutes of your youthful cry.
Desire what is handed over arrogantly.
We are ants climbing the hill of this status quo of shame,
out-weighed only by scolding articulation
at the mercy of calculatd demises and burdened words.
[excerpt from "Freaks and Geeks"]
Just trust me. It's okay.
Just shut your eyes and hold my hand. Don't cry.
Eyes will not meet these eyes at the mere sound
of your voice dictating your beveled thoughts.