Site hosted by Build your free website today!
walking ‘round this town
a razor in my hand
feel the need-strong
in my heart, that
part of me inside my head
crave the control
to overwhelm my being
to know the feeling of comfort
of calm of knowledge
that all will be

What is meant to be found
on this long walk upon the moon
traveling down the train tracks
waiting, wishing, hoping
for the will to let me
and-here in this place-
facing the oncoming
it will be okay.