06.22.2004

You know, he said, memory's not what it used to be
Many seasons, much amusement—in retrospect, everything's so peaceful

We grope our way through with no story
It may be the most honest, but it's lonely

You know how you trick yourself, she said
It got so I thought I was cured, so I cut back and got in trouble

Human Fate: Night prepares something more truthful than yesterday
The sound of a skull slamming against a wall shattered his dream

Afterward you lie on your back asleep
It's hard to try, my heart's not in it

The way he said it—we were all laughing—suicide did seem a choice
One of these days you'll regret your attitude toward God

New despair: This world, and only appetite to keep us going
Old despair: This world, and only appetite to keep us going