goodnight goodnight do not cry, I shelter here with you tonight, harboured peacefully in the pastures, subside, while hiding what we want to forget, inside, the pen so simple so complex, these plastic dreams I won't, forget, these words the memiors all written over the years, the fairy-tales forgotten, the past revered, and for my emotions the ultimate, strain, and on myself so deeply I place the blame, the liberational forces within, grinding to a stop, and; the smiles of the many that never fade, just another goddamned after-thought, for which insanity this price I pay, craziness the blackout and the haze, and who is to judge me right or wrong? the damned ones I hate those stereotypes, because; yes because they refuse to let go and because of this- I have to show, to be independent crazy yes, this clause this fault this contract, though God may try to stop me; to destroy to carry in vain: I will never fall...... by josh farmer inside Doughton Residence Hall 12-6-2000 Copyrighted 2000