Change 11/13/99

In a spinning wheel of dizzing pictures,

I look around trying to make sense of what I see.

But it is useless for my senses are failing me.

Whatever I thought was the norm,

Is just now a jaded edge of reality

Being torn by the forshadows of possibility

I struggle to find my balance in this

world of growing colors and daunting shapes

Normalcy once the epitome of the characters I adhered to

is now but a thing of the millenial past.

So many questions but yet so few answers

so many conflicts but yet so few resolutions

Why is this happening to me

because reality has a fiendish mind of its own

and no regard for anything in the past.