Chapter One


   The Book of Longing


   I can't make the hills

   The system is shot

   I'm living on pills

   For which I thank G-d



   I followed the course

   From chaos to art

   Desire the horse

   Depression the cart



   I sailed like a swan

   I sank like a rock

   But time is long gone

   Past my laughing stock



   My page was too white

   My ink was too thin

   The day wouldn't write

   What the night pencilled in



   My animal howls

   My angel's upset

   But I'm not allowed

   A trace of regret



   For someone will use

   What I couldn't be

   My heart will be hers

   Impersonally



   She'll step on the path

   She'll see what I mean

   My will cut in half

   And freedom between



   For less than a second

   Our lives will collide

   The endless suspended

   The door open wide



   Then she will be born

   To someone like you

   What no one has done

   She'll continue to do



   I know she is coming

   I know she will look

   And that is the longing

   And this is the book



(Continues...)