I'm trying to find my way through the fog
Making my way like a little lost dog
There are times when things don't seem clear
When the calm is replaced by dread or fear.
There are times when the child replaces the man
Even though I'm doing the best that I can
Sometimes the transformation can be seen in the eyes
Like a child awaiting a birthday or Christmas surprise.
A simple want can become an obsession
Is it lunacy? Is it demonic possession
I've had to look beyond the desperation
In order to find the inspiration.
I picked up my pen so the world can know
That the best part of my mind did not go
I'm hanging on with all my might
Because I know, one day, I'll be alright.
David Campbell
1/23/06
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