thwas thine side you might find why, I keep on thou charade some will say that this is just an endless circle of screaming faultering vangabond souls amlessly walking in this criptic mascarade, this masquerade as some will call it clams dominice, obentince, but as is there is no reality that we can clinch to all we have is this house that so dearly wants to be a home all we have is this humble abode... so is this the end of this whileing dervish, this helter skelter... is this the end, is this the end. will we really know? does ever answer begain with a question, this question of the one aimless nomad is only to begain again with onece has been asked? this is the circle one dirt. ashes to ashes, dust to dust if you must. I think that I'm not quite done I need to lenghtin and change some of the wording.
