I Have Been Told That My Skin Is Exceptionally Smooth
Phillip Whitman Elvrum
Should there be songs?
Should my hair be long?
Should my stare be strong?
Do nightmares belong, on the prairie at dawn?
Do I dare to fawn over fair-faced blonds?
Should there be bonds to their hair undrawn?
Should my prayers be bronze? Are affairs so wrong?
I have been told
That my skin is exceptionally smooth
But what good is that?
When to get to my heart
You have to crawl through tight tunnels of sharp rock