Looking back now, it's really hard to believe.

It took me so long to grieve,

But, who could know that I'd survive,

And I'd

Who could understand the depths of her despair?
Who could fathom the pain ever present there?

She hides behind her pretty

Who could know but you, me, and God?

Who could know, God lives in me,
& yet I cannot find him to see if it's he?
I've

The Fool

I never do the things they wish, they think that I am daft,
And so stupidity I've worked on, to make my personal

Thoughts
Noise
Ideas
W ho could know?
This idea of
Mine,
Yours,
Somebo dy's,
Is it?
Who could ever
Know...
Does someone
else
somewher e
Think