Here,...the begining of all things. Where change is not attached to strings. And the strange are rearranged to fit into more orderly shapes. The sadness I feel is no longer raped by insanity... Simply fostered by a well tended neglect of ambient reality. I wear a beggars cape With a millionaires heart. But at times this visage draws me apart. I wish neither to belong,.. nor to seperate from myself. A crowd of painfull thought washes through my mind like an impatient detergent. I do feel loss......... Time wasted and emaciated It's only when I realize that, no matter how alone I may feel,..others feel this too,................. is the moment I feel how selfish I have been.
