July 18, 2002


Every truth that I say is born out a lie that I have no faith in what is, was and will be
It is a lie carefully concealed in so many smiles, words of encouragement
And fleeting moments of unreasoned joy
I am just an old man on the wayside pointing the direction to you
What you see as space in my heart, is only an empty vastness
What you see as affection from me, is only an act of self pity
The time you think you take from me, is actually the time I take from you
I am here forever, a prisoner for eternity in a moment
I am smiling in my clairvoyance, while
I am fighting to hold back my tears