Alone.....in a quagmire of darkness,
                                  yet, surrounded by people,
                                  yet, blinded by a thousand neon lights....
The grip on reality weakens
As the sea of nameless, faceless strangers swirls around me...
As the loving familiarity of my past slips away from me....
As I see the last sun-ray reflected upon a deadened tree....
As all the mornings and the dusks become a long, dark shape...
Where is the future of my hopes and dreams...?

But, Tomorrow....says a tiny, unheard voice,
I may feel the touch...
I may see the clearing silhouette...
I may hear the whisper...
                              of a friend......