Recently, lately, I'm finding myself thinking of other possibilities, like just an inkling They haunt my thoughts, They capture my heart Could this ever, really, be a start? Sometimes in grief in pain and suffering. I start to stray - in my thoughts each day What is real and what is not. Now that is something I really forgot. They consume my mind in heart, in kind. But at least they don't kill me inside. Who can tell, who will know will you and me ever grow. No one knows, no one can see, all I can do is work on me.