At a distance
I want you...

In a huge group of people
I find myself feeling like an extra...

She puts on her mask of happiness
its getting old and worn...

We seem to have our act mastered
each knows their part...

Not everything in life is easy
I can except that...

He lives half way around the world or maybe more
in a landlocked state with no sandy sea shore...

Shreds of paper
venting...

I am trapped in a cell
this prison is loneliness...

My life a blank canvas before me
photographs and memories map out my past...