Monday, September 02, 2002

 
In the haze of my waking dream,
I play the part of bard and player alike;
Manipulating the landscape of my years
To protect this empty shell
That yearns, but fears.
I pace back and forth in a crowded white room,
Wearing the bland carpet thin,
Whilst dreaming of gilded palaces
In a world larger than my mind’s eye.

James posted this at 10:52 AM.