16 Oct 1991


Life is a strange riddle, and so are you
You puzzle me in everything you do
How you feel I think I know
Although full feelings you do not show
But more of a question myself am I
When confronted by you I wonder why
I strangely begin to laugh and cry
And untimely dream and muse and sigh
And feel so guilty without reason
And lonely cold in the summer season
Strange behavior flows out this way
As I grow more stranger every day

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