Is it only me or do we all feel schizophrenic?
Kaleidoscopic identities. Living in fragments
everyday. Accept multiplicity. Call it a virtue. Poetic -
prosaic. I am a mosaic. Now let 'em all have their say.


The first thing you see is the other man's point
of view. I dust off the earth, the dance is done.
The seat of my pants don't matter none.

There's Laurie, there's Steve, there's everyone - was I too
forgiving? I saw it all as true, what man does, and how
funny it was what I did too.

O Earth you are too wonderful for anyone to see
And blindest of all was me.