March 5, 2004

  • It wasn't many lives ago when I shunned the day.
    It wasn't many dreams ago that I wished for nothing but.
    I've left that life and mind
    and crawled back into my own.
    'Twas good to have swam in muck
    and danced in gray.
    I found substance.
    Today and yet another night
    I no longer fear the fight.

What?

I AM still paranoid,
though reasons changed.
I'm paranoid that they'll figure out the language
and patterns of
me,
and I'll forget to rea
r r
ange.

Then I'll just be textbook.