Dear Friend

I know I've lost touch; I know I've lost my place in line; Keep starting over and over again. I've been pinning in the rain, it's fun till you feel the cold. I feel as if I'm running through a song. You know: One of those that catches you and drags you in deeper, then you cant quite understand the words so you open the little booklet tan they didn't print them. I search and search and it never comes and all I can feel, in some note some yadeda that touches my soul and rattles my chest and its happy and san, and I am angry and softened and my finger tips sweat to release and I float into the next. I met my great one oh ten or twenty times so I know that’s not where happiness lay, or maybe that’s how I became this way. What if my pen runs out of ink while I am thinking of what to write? What if what I thought was lost has been right here as I search, search in the rain? Will it escape me? I live here with myself, hidden in the veins of my brain, and we all know where those lead. Dear friend, are you? Am I? Is anybody really? Nasties on the tip of my tongue let um fly let them shock you. You can’t hypnotize me with your lies, I did that years ago. I am truly sweet, go ahead and taste me. So I've done it to you, every one falls that way. In the winter when its cold you might catch a glimpse of that golden girl. The one they said would never let them down, but she did, there she goes again. You cant catch me just watch me fall. Grasp if it soothes your paltry mind. So what’s your story? Where's your heart? Come on dear friend let me in.