The inexplicable longing — it’s still with me
And I guess I’ll learn to live with it
But it hurts, sometimes,
Kind of like when you get your fingernails
pulled out by pliers
Or when your skin is slowly burned off
by a cigarette lighter
You know that slight aching that I mean?
Is it a longing for love?
Or for places unseen?
For eternity?
Whatever it is, I will go on wishing
That I had something that I can’t grasp
Waking up from a dream with my hands
Grasping thin air
And I can’t quite remember what was there
In the mists of a time forgotten
You can make me laugh
You can make me cry
But you cannot fill that hole
So don’t even try