"There is no end to this. I have seen your face, But I don't recognize all these things You must have left behind. It's a problem, you know That's been there all your life. I try to make you see the world without a view That just turns black and white. At night it gets cold and You'd dearly like to turn away. The escape that fills that makes you want to turn on heel Alone, alone, alone, alone."
January 1, 1970