"Alone i drift in this endless ocean of chaos...no one there to confide in...drifting alone...no one cares... and no one knows...i am the lonely shell that sits upon the beach...hollow inside...waiting for the wave to bring me to my fate... to crush me and destroy all that i am and all that i have become...i am your pet you ignore... i long for freedom, undo my leash to this world, and let me soar into the next... i am not needed here... i am the lonesome traveller, just passing through this town, i have no purpose... i am the watcher, share not my gift, and shine not my light, but let the light of the others... shine me out of existence, let their light become brighter than mine and let my tired and weak candle die. for it does not change the fate of others. for my light will never shine as greatly as theirs... i'm tired and i want to go home... where home is i don't know, but i'm sure i'll find it in the next world...just the stranger am i... just passing through..." ---BY STEPHEN LYTLE---