Each day the sun rises
and surely it falls...

Mountains and trees flash between
the boxcar's sidings. Falling sun zips along...

Untouched by life
Not told of truth...

Deaf are my ears
to my silent screams...

Sun bows to black skies
as the candlelight vigil begins...

Two stories intertwined
Both left unfinished...

Beads of water gently fall
Softly kissing my cheeks...

Big Brother is watching
He is always watching...

Wanting everything
And nothing...

Grains of sand slip in between
sun-cracked toes...

Walking down the frosted path
Trying to escape my life...

Displayed for all
Supplying laughter for others...