This Is What I Mean

Thinking about making love with you
For an entire lifetime never feeling
Beyond the boundaries of our bodies,
Of man and woman, penis and vagina,
Makes me want to vomit.

Thinking that the only reason you live
Is that your body is designed not to die
Makes me want to commit suicide.

But even if I did,
I could not prove you wrong.
Can a spirit haunt a human
Who has torn his ears off for fear
Of being moved by the song?

I see no reason
To restrict this world to reason
When there is no reason that we exist.

I mean there is no meaning
To life except that we must live
By any means that sustain us,
By the meaning that we choose.

This is what I mean when I say
I do not understand you.