Couple of hours past midning, the smell of cigarattee and orange light from the lamp fills the bedroom. Yet another year dawns a yet another beginning. Or does it? What to believe, I feel so small. Fight for what's right, don't need anything. Turn around, and then want it all. Yet I wonder what I should do. I'm free, still tied and locked to emotion. But desire splits me in two. There I go running in circles. As the earth spins around. One minute I feel on top. Like a pebble on a beach. What do you think?