Feeling the parts that are within ,
floatin thru abstract clouds of obscurity.
Colliding, mingling, yet never joining
tho seemingly becoming consious
only to flit away back into obscurity

Thinking we are secure and safe within,
When our very worst nightmares,
come to life, haunting, tormenting us.
Desperately searching for peace,
melting back where we came from,
into our walls of Sweet Oblivion.

hopa©Feb'98