I've lost my way my friend
I'm lost and in fear of the end
there's no safety in pretend
the sanctity
of my sanity
is near the end
I've crossed the fields
I've burdens I wield
like cherished heart strings bend
broken streams descend
Nightmarish fantasies assault my reality
garish affronts to sanity
Whom do I feel beckoning
my sighs
my cries
my need for a woman's thighs
So I ask of you my friend
would you remember me in the end
with kindness
perhaps a song
wine while we smoke the last bong
"remember me"
as the king once said
remember the joy
of things we once did
For we'll meet again
my friend
@Aug,1999
