4/1/94- Alone In The Deep Forest

                                                            4/1/94
 
             Alone In The Deep Forest
 
 Alone by an imaginary fire, I talk to the world
              through my phone line and my credit card
  Sharing fleeting moments with strangers, placing trust
              in their unseen hands
 
 They come, they go, I wait.
 
  My heart feels true, my defects hover near            
   I bat them away like airborne insects that
  Feed on my proximity
 They have no place here
 Can you hear the fear in my voice?
 
 I am not the sum of my paychecks...
 I am not the sum of any equation
 I am the sum of my experience, my soul's inner
              coding, my warmth and icy cold
 This sum is never really totaled; it was and is now
              another
 The previous does not match the current
 The current is not what it seems
 
  I follow the current, it carries me forward, down
  This is a new pad of paper for me, with no smell, no
              texture, a bird singing to an empty forest...
 
 Hold me close, the winds will come and carry my song
              across the wires
 I am home, I am not with you, I am elsewhere
 I am never alone
 The fire burns ever lower
 The glow of it's fuel wants to leave me in a black
              robe
  Warm, lonely, full of questions
 That is where I am, this is where I'll be
  The Forest remains as I depart.