Separate me from my dreams
and watch me fall.
Separate me from my family
and watch me lose warmth.
Separate me from my companions
and watch me shut.
Separate me from God
and watch me....

I am not as I were
I will not be as I am

How long must I?

The clouds were once white, I remember it was white. They grew darker as I did in age, I think. I didn't notice until it was too dark to see. Like that frog story, you throw one on a hot pan and it will jump off...Place it on a pan and slowly heat it..and it will sit there and burn. What a gruesome analogy to the life imprisoned in its slow fall. What does it take to get a drink in this place?..