it’s all a lie; will it go away
the time I spend preparing
the looks I find I’m sharing
and all of it is bearing
so far down on me
this time I’m blind, but see
that everything comes at a price
no matter what the time
and life is expected twice
like immortals often feel
what kind of morals do they deal
if living forever; separated, together
maybe whatever they say
will be carried away
only to rise another day
with the sun,
get ready to run
--7/4/00