I donít know how to embrace a future.
I donít have the confidence anymore.
You bled my life and future from me.
I loved life once,
but I canít remember when that was.
I have no arms to hold myself.
My soul, that once held my esteem,
Storming in a typhoon,
it went through the atmosphere,
as it bypassed the moon.
It has touched so much.
It has helped so much.
But it was never me,
that it reached.
Because you see,
I never really mattered.
January 12, 2001