I drempt of all the wrong things.
I entertained all of the wrong fantasies.
I prioritized trivialities.

I prayed for the wrong things.
I asked all of the wrong questions.
I made bad choices.

I trusted the wrong people.
I believed in the wrong people.
I sold my soul.

I supported the wrong causes.
I worshiped the wrong gods.
I hurt people.

I threw away my pride.
I bit my tongue.
I bowed.

I thought that I was free.
I thought that I was working for myself.
But that couldn't have been father from the truth.

So, you are back!
Why did you leave me when I needed you soo much! Where were you then?!
Where were you when my despairing heart led me to seek help from any one who would answer?!
I will not surrender to your healing light, to the light with which you curess me now! It is decietful! You try to comfort me now, but if you were truly warm you would have come sooner! No, mother! You have made me too strong! Too hard! You put me out to dry for too long! And I cracked! Don't leave me! Please don't ever leave me! Why? Why?!

All my secrets, that I share with other people and the ones that are all my own.
Some times they resolve themselves, every once in a while they send me roses,
and now and then they run away, because they never intended or empathized.
My letters get lost in the mail and i am left to answer my own questions.
All these things happen to everyone I know, to couples and singles alike.
By I can imagine that you can imagine that something only I know. To you it is unclear and to me it's crystal but I spoke the unspoken alone.

Pounding on that darned Rickie Evans's door this early morn at half past four. That nut was racketing and was asking for a lick. I told him he better get quiet real quick. Then I stomped back bear footed across the floor I figured id'e feed thee old **** as I slammed me old door. But I discovered that thee **** wouldn't be needin a feedin no more.

Cantering to my prize with no time to devise I cater queerly to confabulate.
Courageous as concerning consonantly discerning the real cognitive carnation contrived by a nation- to cognitive dissociation freedom at the hands of
the behavioral disorder of cans.

If I had a penny for every sad person that I greet.
If I had the time for all the tired people on the street.
If I had the food for the people that don't eat.

If only I had had the courage to make them wait until you we're seated.
If only I had known you before you we're depleted.

If only the love was enough to conquer the hate.
If only we had known before it was too late.

The vague chateau sits atop the thoughtful house draped in the vine of disappointment which sits by the river side waiting promptly for it's appointment.