August 7 1997
More lost in life
more clouds than before
mystical story telling
wipe dust off of my lamp
and wait.

ring...she called
she asked me to wait.
if i hate her?
torn between to sites
please remember me
hold my face close to you dear

Remember
as you scurry down the hills
or green, cafe's full of charm
away from the dull grey of here.
Remember that you will be taken as you are
still here.
waiting

Remember that.