•• Discovery •• My life seems a land of lost content little valued, cheaply sold. I search for highways I once knew and traveled bright and bold. But while I seek my struggle grows, time passes gray and cold. The highways found are closed to me, age stealing youthful goals. Yet as I wander I find my answer buried deep within my soul, I was born to sing with golden sounds not dream of sounds of gold. •• November 1999 ••