By: Greg W Ruoff

Here I sit.
"Down In a Hole" I play.
I too would like to fly
but my wings have also been denied.
Emotional somethingman to "Nothingman"
I sink into my chair.
Like moths to a light they surround me~
but none of the right mind or perfect buzz.
I now sit in "Silence" with Ms. McLachlan.
Silent except for the sound of my tears falling.
Why am I crying?
I'm not.
I'm rejoicing for the memories I hold~
reflections of time spent~
yet still I question where it all went*