This was written about April or May of last year, when I was stuck in Houston in training.  Still feel this way at times.  Those of you on MySpace have already read this, but for everyone else, enjoy.

I often find that I am going crazy.
I see only shadows in the light.
The voices speak in subdued tones.
Whisper to them in solace.
Understand that I am but a man.
Honor bound to my word.
But everything will fade,
And I am left a shell.
Will my truth remain?
Where I am none can follow.
I don’t even know me.
Perception is reality.
But then senses will fade.
Perception of a perception.
But my memory will fade.
Will you stand beside me,
when I no longer know myself?