Can You Become The Hope I Need?

Each Of Us Is Born With A History Already In Place

And What I Was Feeling Was The Wonder Of Being More Than Me, Of Being More Than Mere Here And Now Allowed I Had Become A Shining Star, A Burning Nova Exploded With Love Flying Through An Endlessly Expanding Universe Away From The Me That Was Toward A Me That Is Beyond Understanding.

I Wrote For Magazines. I Wrote Adventure Stuff, I Wrote For The 'national Enquirer,' I Wrote Advertising Copy For Cemeteries.

If Anyone Could Look Into My Head See Or Feel The Dread That Has Captured Me Or See Within This Sad, Unhappy Brain They Would Only Turn Away Turn Away.

I'm Not Out Here Looking For No Garbage Cans To Curl Up In. I'm Looking For The Same Good Dreams Everybody Else Is Hoping For, But I Don't See Where They Are. Or Maybe I See Where They Are, But I Don't See How To Get There.