Buy my life for partial chaos.
Is that what I really want?

Sell your love for complete control.
Is that what you really need?

Close my hand to let go my fear.
That is what I really want.

Open your soul to cleanse your heart.
That is what you really need.

Why are you afraid?
Do you fear that years
of sadness will not fade away from you,
and that would be all you have?

Through your torn lens,
the purple iris is no longer purple.
Should you be afraid?
Do you fear that you cannot see clearly,
and the distortion will be all you have?

What do you fear?
Afraid of being close,
of being open.
With all your soul exposed,
you will be venerable
in front of the wall of fear.

Courage.

Jan. 20, 1998, Minneaplis, in 5-208 office