"As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life."-Charles Baudelaire

There's an invisible world around us, filled with nameless fears and invisible faces....

And cluttered bizarre thoughts running stray,

And empty streets like ashtray,

Some filled to the brim with soot and clay...

And some clowns throwing candies and licorice, rotten to the core,

People begging for such sweet treats and more...

They grin through the paint, grotesque and unique,

Ecstasy blended with agony, and sunlit trees.

“Drowning past sorrows and regrets, in coffee and cigarettes...”

I try finding myself in the rising steam of a coffee cup,

in a crowded unfamiliar coffee shop...

In every book I have ever read,

In every man I've taken to bed...

I tend to find a semblance of me,

A speck of light in a dark room which I can not see...

Sometimes when I hear people call my name,

I try putting the pieces together which are not quite the same.

Whenever I look at the image in the mirror looking back at me,

I wonder who gets to choose, me or the image staring back at me?

There is so much to do yet nothing left to be done...

So far whatever knowledge I've acquired, however little I've achieved,

Would it be enough to shine on the dark side of the road I haven't reached?