Look at that cripple on the street.
Guy don't have enough to eat...
In this chaotic, mixed up world
It's so hard to get by...
I’m now finished
yet not complete...
Fountain that grows in size
to the flowers' great delight...
Barely Eighteen,
crouching in the scrub...
As I look back on the winding road
with many a twist and turn...
In her absence-
mouths gather round the...
Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...
I can but dream, a place to flee
somewhere for once, I can be free...
There is no warmth nor light nor sound
as I lay here, trussed up and bound...
How could such beauty,
Grow amid such pain...
The clouds part
and all I see is...