The corner of Raines Park and Birr Street

I needed to run and hide

which I did, to survive.

Thinking, alone in my rooms, my books were therapy.

Down, through time and wine, I became again.

Slowly approaching learning

a feel for tomorrow, flashing on adventures

touching magic with others.

I died, and came alive

on the corner of Raines and Birr.

Now, moving I gaze at my self on newer horizons.

Learning, listening,

touching at tomorrows with today.

Through time, moving,

transistions are again upon me.