alone

i am still wondering if there's anybody going to listen to my story all about the girl that went away and other such stories that used to be written in rhyme and might have been known well beyond the few who've read me over the years if only i connected with a musical collaborator all those years ago (and if the original website was not deleted by att, the links would be popping up left and right around here, no doubt... alas, all the tired horses in the sun, and all the lost words and lost tapes to the betrayal of trust... sigh), but we can't always get what we want and even if we try sometimes, we just may not find what we need so the only choice left is to realize we need a whole lot less than we might think we need because it is so easy to be fooled by powerful desires...

narf :)