Whence I Came

                           by Timothy R.

How I wish I might flee this life which gives me such dissatisfaction and shame,
A life of love lost and opportunities forgone,
A life of tears and the sad song,
A life in which I know not where I am going nor whence I came.

How might I flee this life which gives me such sadness and pain,
I dwell in perpetual twilight, never dusk nor dawn,
And never knowing for very long,
Where I may be going nor whence I came.

If I flee this life, who is responsible, who can I blame,
For my faults and mistakes, for my slips and falls,
The truth lies within me, after all,
For I still know not where I am going, but I know whence I came.


                                                                                                                                

                                                                                                                                  March 2nd, 1999