... has treaded elsewhere.
You know my name, but not my story.
You have seen my face, but not truly
Known the depths of he who pens
Love, lyrics, and poetry, telling tales
Of all he sees and does.
I shall not be the atrocity exhibition
Any longer. I shall not be the one
Hidden in the corner, stealing secret glances
At the one who dances with me in
My fondest dreams.
Find me here.
Dear friends, find me in the corners
Of the spaces and know my face, see me
For who I truly am.
Those brave faces of them I call friends
And those talented souls I admire
Are all and ever my brethren.
While the new dawn rises and the
Next world beg