I don’t know why I always try
Most of the time it makes me cry
But I love you
And I want us to make it through.
Sweet letters full of loving words
Have always been the greatest cures
Yet, we keep beating around
The truth—the Mound.
It is what prevents us from staying fully bound
To each other
And yet, dearly, we love one another.
With not any sound
What makes me cry
What makes me want to live eternally in the sky.
Higher and higher from the ground
As around and around we go
Until our insanity will show.
But, is it insanity?
Is it Love’s greatest profanity?
Avoiding the talks, we need
Then the Mound we constantly feed.
Can we talk?
Can we go on a walk?
Where the problems in the Mound
Will be found…
Oh, my love, you know I love you
But I cannot make it without knowing what’s true
I want to tackle that which keeps us from being fully bound…
It’s time to deal with the Mound.