Roaming through the past–
Outwards, in my mind;
Barely making out the
Evening wind’s song. Something isn’t
Right in this world.
Tonight, I feel the catalyst.

Just when I think the worst is over,
And everything will be fine,
My mind will reveal the confusion
Ever present–destroying my
Sanity slowly, painlessly.

Drops of water wake the sleeper,
Raining down the truth.
Endless dreams of winning
Wander through my mind.

–‘Comforter’ 1989

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