Like Music.

In a daze.

I know there is life.

But it doesn’t exist where I live.

I’m alive.

Most likely not dreaming.

Who could dream such a horrible nightmare.

I’m sitting here.

The music rolls over me.

I hear it, and acknowledge its presence.

I wish I could be the music.

It’s there and it’s not.

I’m here and I’m nowhere.

I’m falling and sinking.

Drowning in my nightmare.

I don’t want to be like them.

It’s just not in my genes.

Born loser, live loser, die loser.

Some sarcastic sadistic slogan.

What’s it worth when everything is dead.

I am the music.

But I’m never here.

09/05/03