I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

Am I but a dream

Being dreamt by a dreamer

Who has never known

The waking world?

Is this darkness

My future or past?

Do I exist

In the real world?

I want out of

this Mad experiment,

Like the white rat

Who suffers for human comfort.

Ive always heard

The grass is always greener,

But is there really

Another side to see?

My thoughts are lonely

No-one can console

Or save me from

Poisoned mind-scapes.