Dear God. Not Only Am

Even As Your Body Betrays You, Your Mind Denies It.

I Just Can't. I'm Married. I Made My Bed And Now I Have To Lie In It.

Is Where You're From The Place You're Leaving Or Where You Have Roots?

Even When I Look Straight Into The Milky Blue Eyes I Can't Find Myself Any More. When Did I Stop Being Me?

I Was Always Searching, Always Seeking The Next Big Thing, Because That Was The Thing That Was Going To Make Everything All Right Again. And While I Was Working Toward It, It Gave Me Something To Think About Other Than That Thing I Couldn't Put My Finger On. But It Always Came Back.