I have tasted the world, and thus I have smiled.

Everyday, faced with the thought, 'this world cannot contain me.'
Everyway in complete comfort and contentment with that fact.

Today, I saw the world. I looked into the eyes of a few, and have seen into the hearts of all.
Tomorrow I will see the glory of my world, unfearled upon the footsteps towards uncertainty, and towards myself.

A kindhearted burden in the faces of fools performing their jest as in some fashion for the kings and queens of a diminishing state of being.

A prophetic glance into the common space of mind we call ourselves, digging into holes deeper and sometimes darker within the spirits of my kin.

I know not the answers of tomorrow.
I seek not the answers in today.

My burden will be that and nothing else, to be kneeded into a fine dough and eventually formed and reshaped into a form of pure innocence and beauty.

To the world, I say, prepare for the walk of a man that has not smiled since days of old.

Prepare, for what I feel, like no other does.

Prepare for the return from this solitude, and speak softly the chords of the song I hear, for tomorrow.

-J.S. 8/3/04