Where are our lives?. If there is no dream. Where is our home?. . We don't know how. There will be a way. Out of the storm. We will find home. . And her soul.
Where have all good men gone, and where are all the gods?. Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?. Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?.
With my ego in my gut,. My babbling mouth would wash it up.. (But now I've started learning how,). I keep it shut.. . My door was never locked,. Until one day a trigger come cocking..
Lake Tahoe.. Cold mountain water. Don't ever swim there.. Just stand on the edge and look in there.. And you might see a woman down there.. They say some days, up she comes, up she rises, as if out of nowhere..
It lay buried here. It lay deep inside me. It's so deep I don't think. That I can speak about it to anyone. . Could take me all my life. But it would only take a moment to.