Each day passes me by
and i know something is missing...
Theres someone out there crying
that i wish i could save...
Once again I'm struck by feelings
That I struggle to define...
These years spent in search
Perplexed by fictitious resolution...
I can’t believe this is the extent of my...
I hate it with passion and am so against it with...
Everyone copy's someone
in a small little way...
I may not be rich
But I have money to spend...
why does my bladder
urge me to relieve myself...
A giant emptiness is visible from where I stand,
before the mirror in my room...
In the calm vibrant stillness of meditation,
Enjoying the Isness of my Being...
here
we are...
.
creation...