DISILLUSION
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Unmistakable feelings of contempt and disillusion wash over me like a cancer in the wind.  Like a child I am led around every which way, never knowing what to expect and rarely understanding that which I am faced with.  In the hour of the end, I am left to my thoughts and take one last time the jovial experiences that have encompassed my life.

I could try to fade away, to blend with everything else and become a part of everything else.  But I have never felt a part of general society; have always been a bit withdrawn from life.  Like a stray dog begging at a stranger's back steps; never welcomed but never shoved away.

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Written sometime May or June 2001