Sitting alone pondering where i am,
Completely lucid, yet not all here...

I'm writing this as i think of it,
Words spilling out onto the virtual page...

The room’s spinning out of control,
I fall down to the floor...

Haven't written in a while,
I wonder if I've got the knack...

The blood courses out.
I know I'm alive now...

I wonder who I am.
Am I lots of different things...

Silence as the bell tolls,
Silence everywhere...

Form and feeling, style and sound,
you can't keep a good man down...

I wake up, look over at the beautiful creature...
And think back to times past, lingering moments...