Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?

I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,

I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there

I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I

You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…

Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within

Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…

Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,

These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.