Just before the twilight and my dreams have awoken me. Sometimes sleepimg can be a nightmare worse than living its self. Always my weakness for the flesh haunt my dreams; And when awake I'm left to drink the potions of a bitter cup. Am I but the dredge of humanity, pathetic and damned? Will he turn from me and proclaim he knows me not? Are my efforts but an attempted measure to secure safety? I fear I am but an actor with each line well rehearsed and planned. Such as this may well explain why good friends often come and go; Lovers love me with intensity then become vile and love me no more. Good times reach crescendos of great magnitude then disappear. Why I achieve no atonement I've yet to understand and know. Am I burdened with superstitious God like conceptions; I ask you, what of positive thinking, is it not the same? Surely all manner of negativity can only hinder ones true freedom. So I ask, what are the truths of life's realities? I ponder those things in these early mornings; While sifting through my ever growing Short comings How smart I thought I was and now doom lurks and I'm unable to adjust It's beyond me and in my heart and mind answers seem lost in a storm