It seems I can only be seenwhen I linger here in betweenwhat was and what will be —this elusive, ever liminal me... On the cusp of real revelation,yet never in true jubilation,is where I do love to hide —neither within...

Who's going to save me?  When I've crumbled saving you You get to walk away from this Glued back together with my efforts My blood, my sweat and all my remaining tears And I'm left here... Right here... Always here Waiting for you to come...

If not in the present moment then where else can I be but in that land,that barren,desolate landthe land of suffering.I've been there beforein the land of sufferingI didn't die thenI didn't lose my mind thenI survivedThe Land of Suffering And you...