Someone Has to Touch the Dead

Trust me when I tell you that there are more options on the menu than fear and love.

If this was the Garden of Eden, I would be something in between a snake and a dove.

Putting me in an extenuating circumstance is like putting an Eskimo's hand in a glove.

My nature is soiled by earth, but my spirit is bathed in the blinding light from above.

I will chase you breathlessly until you realize that I am nowhere behind you.

You will say that it was all in your head until my oversized footprints remind you.

I frightened you so far from home that they sent a neighborhood search party to find you.

Show deference to the drunks when asking for directions because they are kind too.

You are trapped inside a labyrinth with no exit, and I am the minotaur slash tour guide.

Whoever informed you that finding true north would help navigation accuracy sure lied.

Tribulations don't really make you resilient like they say, but it does cure pride.

I followed all the rules until I witnessed a massacre where all the pure died.

I know you want to forget me, but you can't undo the lesson I taught.

Relinquishing attachment is not as easy as giving back the items you bought

It is about being true to the answer that is revealed and not the one that you sought.

All the ritualistic cleaning can not change the fact that I freely piss in a pot.

You never have to admit it to yourself, but I represent something you need a lot.