The 443 to nowhere
The bus pulls up...

Deep within my soul,
There's a ray of hope...

Ok. I over-reacted,
Maybe more than that...

My hands are trembling,
As I reach to the flames...

We're gathered here,
Today to say...

With metal to my head
I sat in my room crying...

West winds whip across my face,
Frosts from fences passed fall in my wake...

Confused shapes above my head
Blurred images...

The air’s dry; the ground crunches beneath...
The West Side of a suburban city...

A wish at Christmas.
Sixteen days are left...

Absorb it myself
I step to the mark...

I wake to find I’m dreaming,
And I snap myself back...