The
young man...

There are times
I feel the need...

Oh, god, I am still alive
think of the people I killed...

It should have been harder
to let you run valleys away...

Wonder at the tallest structures of man
yet understand each disappears from view...

The problem with not believing
is the world is plain and grey...

Truth is whatever a person
relies on to act and live...

History is a myth that sustains
our justification for all...

Can't sit still in these stupid desks
cramped in classes kept closeted...

At Newgrange light crept slowly forward
as the sun rose past the banks of the Boyne...

Clouds imperfectly obscure the sky;
light shines through on those...

Running into things
can be painful...