It can be painful, when the world feels I'm gone!.
Some think I'm with the dead like Shawn!.
Friends & foes and not knowing who's who;
Crying about the need for lying to find truth!.
Wishing for a field of yellow submarines;
Missing my dreams and instead fighting for food!.
Nobody to love!.!.!. never having felt loved myself!.
So many tears and dreams of wealth!.
Wanting it better for others
The haunting "present" seems to stay the sameWww@QuestionHome@Com