As I walk surrounded in murkI find it hard to feel
Nothing is true
Yet nothing is a lie
I find what is the answer
And it crumbles to dust
Behind it yet another true lie
On my walk the scenery changes
Sometimes bright others drab
Emanations come and go
Many hide behind masks
Which I see through
Some show me what they truly are
I find myself trying to be
Only what I am
But I 0see my masks
I tear at some and leave others be
Hoping they aren't masks at all
I find myself coming to shady crossroads
For some reason I find a need to make a new road
Yet I always pick a route
I seek a culvert anything but the well worn
And cower when I do
I leave walking
Not a clue in which direction
Not a destination in sight
I seek a place
Where there is no façade
Without it a feeling would come
I hope it gives
Me a reason
June 3, 1997
11:57 PM
Thomas S Dorr