I am busy Without any rest I am happy Happier than I have been in a long time I'm finding where I belong and where I am called Every day I find more truth, more life But you, old friend, seem lost You don't seem to want to talk And I've rarely seen you in the last six months I don't know what's wrong But people still constantly ask me "Where is he?"
Looking at this site again makes me angry, and I don't like it. Maybe you'll see this, I need to get back to work.