untitled (JCH -- 7/10/99)
sometimes the uncertainty gets to me
whether in my car
or trying to sleep
these dreams that plague me
the shadows that cross my mind
is anyone really alive?
each day a step closer to death
we eat
we sleep
we work
we shit
we fuck
but what do we really do?

the person or persons we are
in our own time
our own mind
the characters we create
the scenarios
replaying memories
anything to get us through the day
traffic jams
or meetings
or sermons.....

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