Let me wallow
God let me feel sorry for myself
Before I read of the indisputable truth
Before I learn any more of the irredeemable I
These are not my walls, this is not my house
I am a guest
A veritable journeymanThe current luminaire, simply passing through
I will just be, I will move on, be one before the other
a poem from In & Out of Dream Space Love Embellished by Visitations click anywhere on the text for details