Bear in mind this distance that rusts away my care
And trips my feelings with each and every step
Until I fall into a sea of churning forgetfulness
To die by the roots and vines of this tangled world.
If you're crawling through such eroded lonely visions,
And you stumble upon my dirt and gravel memorium,
Then please stop in for a little while and remember
That in a world of treachery, ridicule, and lies,
It is me who cares, and me who can see inside.
It is me who recognizes more than flesh and bone.
It is me who knows that in the end we are who we are,
And it is me who accepts you within those terms.