And Every Day Is A Struggle To Survive
People freezing to death in the bitter cold
i'm just grateful not to be homeless
insane by diagnosis, i cannot legally work
and so i live off the charity of family or else
if my family werent wealthy i would be comitted
because this world has no time for dreamers
or people who think a little more real, any differently
and if you are dangerously sane one is locked away
i was and i am my life will pass me by and i can cry
my only satisfaction is hoping the future will think
that i was a great poet, writer and humanist
i dont write to the people around me
i write to the generations of the future when were dead
when im dead i hope my anchor takes root and is not
wiped hopelessly away like pieces on a chess board
my life is pointless and it isnt my fault it is all in vain
yes i do kind things and i love but there is nothing good
we are homeless we are penniless we can only listen to music
and thus my husband and i watch our lives pass us by
 like the sun slants the cieling in the bright pure clean sky.