Rain falls on my face as I look
Out of my window.
Nothing seems to make
Any sense to me anymore.
Lately, it feels like the world is
Down on me.
Silently, I
Turn my head–
Under-current thoughts
Arouse the fire in me.
Reality is not what it seems
To be; only what is not there.
Nothing matters, nobody
Understands.
Tomorrow, like the
Zeppelin, I will float away.
Away from my fears, into the
Night.
–‘Company’ 1989
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