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Your Pedestal

by

Karen Layer

It's this "bird's eye view" that I fear most
I'd rather live down among the beasts
I don't want to race, I'd rather coast
So happy with less, no fancy feats

Don't put me on your pedestal

I can't do magic

I can't be more

I'd rather die or have to crawl

Than live upon your pedestal

You said you've built it just for me
A perfect home, a perfect place
But I'm so alone, why can't you see
It's dark, I'm blind, I'm high
Can't see you face
I think I'm falling
falling
falling
I want to fall...

Off of your smug pedestal

I liked it once it made me feel

Special, how I felt so tall

But now I know it wasn't real

Soon you'll see it's built in vain
I'm not deserving of this perch
I'm lower than this, I'm better than this
It's time to drop me in your search
For someone new - For someone who can

Sit upon your pedestal

She'll think she's magic

She'll be more

She'll die for you, she'll take the fall

From high atop your pedestal

I watch you from safe distance now
My feet so firmly on the ground
You're looking up and searching for
A glimpse of life, a hint of love
I think youre falling
falling
falling
You're gonna fall...

With eyes upon your pedestal

You're hoping that a bird will land

Lonely below your pedestal

Waiting with your outstretched hand

While so much love

Just crawls right by

Two Of Me

by

Karen Layer

When I laugh too loud
You roll yor eyes
I've gained some weight
What's wrong with me
If my shirts too tight
My mother cries
Lost a few
Now I look sickly

I'm in a crowd
Yet I'm all alone
I want, I crave so much
Too much I guess
I want all my
Emotions known
To do a handstand
In this dress

But I'm all wrong
I hear you - WRONG
You must be right...

There's two of me

The one I am

The one they see

We're drinking now
I'm having fun
I think we connect
Beyond compare
It feels to me
I've finally won
But then you say
You hate my hair
This way -
Back to square one...

There's two of me

The one I am

Then one you see

Why can I get it right with life
But not the people in it
The human race, I'm in the lead
I think that I can win it
But then
I stop a minute to turn around and...

They're watching us
They're pointing
Yes, we're doing it again
We do things wrong
We kiss too long
While in the lions den

Will we ever get this right
Dare we show our happiness?
Is it really worth the fight
When they want us to be less?

Thank God

There's one of us

The one we are

One they discuss

There's two of me

The one I am

The one they see

The Shallows

by

Karen Layer

You say you think I'm deep
As we're wading through the shallows
I think you're right
As I'm rolling up my pant legs
I splash your face
And notice how the moon glows

We fall asleep
And I wonder where the time goes
You know me well
By not kowing me at all
If fun is safe
then, I think I'll just have fun -
Take off your clothes

And We'll go swimming in the shallows

I'll swim deeper someday, I suppose

For now I think I'll just get my feet wet

When the water's deep

I feel so exposed

I can hide myself from you so well

Just swimming in the shallows

I dry my hair
You have water dripping from your nose
I feel so bare
As you wrap your arms around me
You try to talk
But I turn to walk -
I run back to the shallows

I keep swimming in the shallows

I'll swim deeper someday, I suppose

For now I think I'll just get my feet wet

When the water's deep

I feel so exposed

I can hide myself from you so well

Just swimming in the shallows

Swim with me - run with me
Splash me and have fun, you'll see
Some day I'll swim deeper, I suppose...