By Amanda Mae4583@aol.com Date: 25 April 1999
A brick wall, a blocked passageway Tripping over rocks imbedded in the soil. Struggling for air as the water surrounds me, pulling me in deeper. Grasping for balance, blind inside the darkness. Searching for the clear mind, the clear conscious, I need that. I want that. I can't have that. Pushed back everytime. I'll never explain myself.