What is it in to do now,
with these dreams and memories. Carrying them Thru the day
when they will not go
nor am I to be into tomorrow.
It is only past now
the credibility.
And I know. I know,
Im A token for the boatman,
ever some thing unusual to demean, 
an all i don't,
I know could fill a world
with secrecy and misbelief.
How could I have understood
as it swept me off my feet.
There'd be but one impart
in truth to transfer between
Appease confines,
all the worse would work out
as real as the opposites.
All appalling all the calling all,
a falling into farethewell
hiding stowed-away upon allusions
as days search my resting place..
Why didn't I refuse,
why couldn't I save
anything everything nothing remains.
I am awaiting a sign,
looking for an exit
in my passing, thru
here as I travel out
my miserable brain.