I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.

Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…

I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel

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

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest