I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;

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

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.

I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…

How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,

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

Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.

I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly

Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days

Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance

trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…