Chicken Shit
October 21, 2003

My phone book gets increasingly larger with numbers I won't call
Why is that?
My experiences fewer and fewer cuz I'm too afraid to fall
Why is that?
Countless nights and weekends are spent just home alone
Why is that?
Rumaging through the numbers of my un-used telephone
When out with friends and mates I have nothing at all to say
Why is that?
Yet the pages of this journal grow fuller and fuller each day
So many dreams and aspirations, yet all I do is sit
Why is that?
I'll tell you in 2 words simply, it's cuz I'm Chicken Shit!