Why am I here, what is my purpose. The future is near, my bones feel nervous! I try to talk but my lips are sealed, how long must I wait for these scars to be healed. It's on the tip of my tounge, but the words won't come out. I can't quite cognise my need to scream and shout! I never stop thinking, my mind never stops. Am I going going insane, I'm about ready to drop. It's awfully noisy, kinda like the circus... I keep asking myself, why am I here, what is my purpose. A.D