Tuesday, November 16, 2004


Trying to avoid the clich├ęs
I end up creating my own
There’s mystery in my madness
Can I remember my own name?

From one place to the next
Another hungry crowd
Looking for a memory
I can only tell what I’ve heard

They think we met before
But I’m not quite so sure
You saw my deepest secrets
When I put myself on the line

(c) Dave Bish, November 16th 2004