If You Look

Ceiling to floor
lined with hearts that ask for more
than what you have to give,
living in fear of starvation of love,
the creation of which
is passed on along the roads I travel,
they are so long
and is it wrong
to wander on
knowing that love is truly gone?

It's unfair to compare
all the mystery we shared
with those I suppose come crawling from below
and is is plain for all to see
that there is something wrong with me
you'll see it so clearly
if you look.