You want me to be happy
Yet you criticize...
Have you ever wondered how the homeless get to...
Have you ever wondered the daily struggles they go...
Don't close your eyes.
Not for one minute...
Everything...
spins around in my head...
The phenomena
wasn't...
We journey
from the devastated Earth...
It's your Eyes, they say
That laugh in gay abandon with the world...
There are days when the highway sure seems
like a safer place than the lingering four walls...
As these thoughts and feelings race through my...
Everything seems like its fake and just a dream...
I repeatedly imagine,
the day we meet again...
John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...
Readings this at my dad's funeral :)
June 4th, 1991...