The beautiful banyan

Lonely, I am
I hurt inside
Deep inside
I cry as a man I cry
My friends are there
They fill gaps and make me live
My family is there
They love me and hold me
I have a void a deep dark silent vortex of pain
It grips my hear, soul
Tortured is the poet
Bass Pints
Tanquery and tonic
Further back to White Russians
Circle of life
Screw THAT
Anyway (sigh)
Suicide is NOT an option
Find solace in music that takes me back
Thinning hair
My body is slumping
I just exist and THAT sucks
I need to get out of the hole
I need to dig
Scrape the earth
Not just mow the lawn
Although the lawn DOES look good
Banyan trees rooted in my mind can take me back to points in my life

R David Paine III
06/03/01
8:50p