Look to the imagination for inspiration, these days are closing in, old age haunts like an unseen ghost. Pleasant reminders fill with rage. Why is there a need to wait? What if all was not as seen? Half a decade recorded, nothing left to recall. On suspended clouds rests capability. Experience a fairytale, “today” actually finds meaning. Ignore the voice to the left. Take hold integrity as hostage, awake from your coma, grasp reflection.
October 13, 1998