Where is it I have gone?
Where is this place they call Vietnam...

I could hear your eyes talking to me
From across the room...

Each night I lie next to a medicated pile of self...
I listen to the snoring...

Over the years I have found,
That anger and hatred of someone...

This world is full of anger and hate
Our country is returning to an earlier date...

Every day I awaken
I can't help but wonder why...

I'm standing on the edge of the abyss
Not sure how much I can take of this...

If affection was a bank and two people in love...
But if they left it out for others to find someone...

After the battle was over.
One group from each side survived...

Each morning I am awakened
By the sound of an alarm set on "Misery...

I had an old 1972 Chrysler Newport for my first...
I loved that car...

Today I contacted an old friend,
I hadn't seen in a while...