I was born, then was alone...
then i was not alone.
and now i am alone again.
i am who i was when i was born
and have added things along the way.
to make up what i am now.
and more things will be added in the future.
to make up who i will be.
but this is the me today. more »
the peaceful nights in which i dream...
often break by muffled scream,
in which my sullen lullaby,
coos and calls from muddy lie,
all the while, silver moons,
wax and wane like silk cocoons,
stars they spark, they flicker and die,
leaving space with wound and cries...
all the while, i dream away,
of what'll become of me someday...
peaceful mind in which i hide,
like dreary wonderland life subside,
leave me in my dream of play,
in childish fervor i do delay,
and hide from eyes which pry,
and glares which sere, into my soul,