What can I say
with the light of mourn
to search for
the lines you adorn
to say
I'm a fan
of your lines of wit
would be to simple
I'd admit
I think

I've

fallen

for
a

poet

I spent so much of my Youth
Searching for reasons & the truth
Why am I here?

What is my route?

Where am I going?

Who gives a hoot?

So much time spent
just wondering why
All that I know
All that I've seen
All that I've dreamed
Can't add up
To  ................

We've been stripped naked
By Machines of Loving Grace
We walk upright and talk forwards
We call ourselves
The Human Race
We talk between closed doors
And because our beliefs
Do Not Agree
We are made Outlaws
In Our
HOMELAND

We are the Children on an Age
With Fast Thinking Computor
Clocks
And Mind Blowing, Expanding,
WONDER DRUGS
WONDER, Wonder, w o n d e r i n g
Where We Are?
We've Lost Our Dreams
To Reality
(punch me in please)

To our Children
We owe something more
Then Mechanized
DEATH
Something more then a Planet
Without Life, Love, or
BREATH
We'll leave a Box
Filled with Laughter, Tears, Rain, Wind,
Our Way Of Life
May our Children Be Blessed
(bless the children)