"The world spins as I turn
Twisting away from my wary eyes
My insanity crumbling in the face of this sane place.
I try to find rest, but this island has no respite.
My dreams fade away in the pass of time,
Merging with unremembered souls

My pleas go unheard, or uncared for by all
I start to shrink under the stares of others
I struggle to break the surface of my life,
To breath in the pleasure and desire I crave.
But is craving a want, is a want a need?

I do not beg for that I strive for,
I hope and wish, but never beg.
But perhaps begging is what is needed,
Not wanted, but needed to grasp my dreams.
To crave in one's dreams is not going to get you there,
Maybe to use one's dreams to reach your craving is what is needed.

But I have digressed, which was not my purpose.
I have not written these words to depress,
But perhaps to encourage.
Or maybe to let myself hope.
To dream a good dream,
To wish that dream a reality.

It is fond memory I have,
Of confusion and illusions.
I have hoped they have seen what I wish,
But the muddled hopes that escape are not my thoughts.
They are the words that fill an akward silence,
Yet it is those words that I am based on.
They twist and change to disguise their purpose,
Which is no longer my own."