There's nothing wrong

With an empty cup
or empty arms
or empty love
but lovers lie
I know they do
for each of mine
I once spoke to
swore and swore
and swore again
that there was nothing wrong
with me

Snowflake

Every day is a new one
in a million new days
just like it
every day is different
and in difference each is the same
regardless
of individuality
everything is the same
when the ball drops
And as the new day dawns
the snowflakes drift
lazy sorrowful sweeps from heaven
to earthly hell
in the cold that warms the hearts of some
and cools the earth over others
who never made it through the fog
the problem with being a snowflake
is the split personality
do we bring families together
with childlike joy
or rip them apart
with icy-road death
the problem with being a snowflake
is the lack of benifits
life is quick
but fleeting
and as a snowflake leaves the sky
to meet its brethren fading into the ground
no one is there with a bottle of champagne
or a pension
and already
the individuality is gone.

A Drum, Beat by the Universe

And standing there in that concert hall, I fell in love with a new sensation.  I was not a woman, not a girl.  I was no longer just a numbered student in a clockwork world.  I was a drum, beaten by the universe.  The vibrations racing up through the soles of my feet and into my hands then out the tips of my hair.  I was a wild child, something unique and beautiful.  I was free.