Twisted World

                      For Justin

Turn round and round,

spinning like a coin

on a subway floor,

darting beneath the stampede of apathy

invading your stage,

violating your sacred dance.

You're quiet and lost

like a special gift

in a cold, dark room

Unable to reach the weeping young girl

searching so desperately for you.

You're strong and silent

Like natures first breath

Dazzling even the tallest tree

Reaching even the smallest child

Harsh at times.. Uwilling to feel

Soft and gentle.. wanting to feel

You're everything, within yourself

The key is in your hand.

Maybe someday you'll look down

       and see..

and save the world

              and yourself.