I am stimulated by the resilience of my own mind. I find the most painfully pleasurable times Are those when I have dreamt for the moonrise Watched the stars mount their heavenly gate Seen the human losses, while still in darkness I wait During the melancholy desperation of solitude Harrowing in its sense of magnitude, For the soft paleness, the film of twilight To creep and consume the lull of the night. I yearn for the reassuring, wordless exchange Of a stranger to tell me I'm not insane - But that I belong neither to that dreamy domain, Nor the city morning that's buzzing with rain For I am a creature, one of a kind, And I live in the fascination of my sensational, mind.