Sometimes I Discover I Have Changed My

Masks Are What They Seem To Be; Not So The Faces Beneath Them.

We Take Refuge In Illness And Then Are Trapped There.

Ironic And Jittery, We Are Puzzled By The Old Heroes With Their Fighting, Boasting, And Cocksure Lovemaking.

Energy Falls Just Short Of Being Joy.

Amateurs Believe Their Enthusiasm Will Suffice.