His life

The frantic music is screaming
so loud that he cannot hear the
thoughts swimming through wave
after wave of amber beer and
golden mead from the unseen god who
tortures him endlessly with the pain
and suffering that never ends like
the paths of our lives which wind
through the dark forests of
uncertainty clouded with the
mists of dread that blot
out the bright dreams of a
youthful spirit carried onward ever
slowly towards the fruition of his
desire to live out his days knowing
only the peace and happiness of
forging a life that one day may be
looked upon with admiration and
loving affection by the family providing
him with the support in many ways
unknown to those who see him
drowning in his self absorbed
sea of misery.

February, 2002