Lucinda
You’re silent
You’re not moving
Made of stone
How is it
That you’re not talking
Drawing circles
All alone ?

Lucinda
You’re pretty
But as always
Your head’s bowed down
How is it
That you’re not smiling
And your horizon
Is a twisted frown ?

And the circles never start and never end
They’ve no meaning but the noise they make
And the blackness they create
All the words we send to you won’t make you bend
Pebbles thrown into your lake
See the ripples slowly fade

Lucinda
You’re different
You’re consistent
And all your own
But Lucinda
Sweet Lucinda
You gnaw my patience
Down to the bone.

But Lucinda
Sweet Lucinda
You gnaw my patience
Down to the bone.

And if I could understand you
You know I would
I surely would.

But I don’t
And it breaks my heart.