I am: yet what I am no one cares or knows
My friends forsake me like a memory lost
I am the self centred of my nights
It rises and vanishes in obvious hosts
Like shadows of loved friends blind lights
And yet I am and live – like burnt toast

I long for scenes where girls never used
A place where I've never smiled or wept
Just to be along my parents family
And sleep as I had always slept
Untroubling and untroubled by my lies
The __ below – above the __ skies