You approach,
you talk, talk, talk,
you try to convince me – this is who I am
You ask of me
to lose consciousness,
with reality,
to lose touch
You ask of me too much
You want me to think of you
just the way you want to be seen
You want to put me to sleep
so together, we can dream your dream
That doesn’t sound like a good deal
To close my eyes,
and pretend
all that I am isn’t real
Don’t you think that,
in our search for bliss,
we should both be able to exist?
Spirit of Tara 