SCATTERED DREAMS



The future is so distant... hopes and dreams like smoke in the wind.
If only... That dim light in my misty tunnel would grow brighter... and life
would take on new meaning.

Vanity... vanity... all is vanity.

Where is that spark that once used to be?
Life goes on in a dizzy viscousness that leaves one spinning out of
control like tree leaves plucked by the whirlwind of life that speeds on
endlessly... nowhere... somewhere... anywhere!
How endless it all seems... not knowing the unknown... yet one stumble
forward... sideways... and yes... backwards with little or no gain... yet the
motions continue... and continue... but why... what direction... that is the
question... what purpose... how long must this illusive dream br pursued...
to what end... I'm so very tired... yet I'm told to push on... reach for that
golden ring!

by: Larry J. Huisingh

April 20, 1996