Marco Polo

"Marco Polo"

I seek desperately to help you
But you and I are playing Marco Polo, double-blind
In a dark echoing cavern
I call out your name, and it's lost upon the darkness

I'll never be able to see you
My eyes are shut
But even if I could open them, my visions bad
And even if I could get corrective lenses
We're in a darkened cavern

I want badly to touch you on the shoulder
To show you its ok
But the only way to know your emotions is to give you mine
But these hand-me-downs don't fit you

You don't want my red vestments
The ones I don't need
I thought I'd give them to you
But red's not your color

And so I'm left silent
My voice is hoarse
And it's not your fault
I just can't hear "polo"

Am I too focused on the sound of my own voice?
That booming echo, all throughout the cavern
Bouncing off all the walls...
How can I seperate body from self when I love the sound of my own voice

Even these lines are masturbation
Pure and utter masturbation
Again I've started with you in mind and spun it back to me
It loves to come back to me...the echo returns to my own ears

I will keep searching
I am done playing Marco Polo
I am trying to speak to you in a different language
One you seem more comfortable in

I've opened my eyes, I've stopped playing
It's still dark in here, but I'm trying to follow your foot prints
I can't see them, but I'm feeling the ground with my hands
And I may never find you, but in the least I won't distract myself with my self

Eh.