The tunes are much louder

The quietness cosier ... 

Your body is prouder ...

Your mind is now choosier



You "accept" no more ...

For tastes are not changed

Which they were before ...

When sharing became pain



Causing rippling vibrations

Which unsettled your mind

And you lost your patience

More than just a few times 



So you sort out compromise

Trying to hold it together ...

But it was all a disguise ...

For hope you'd be untethered



Then it's all suddenly done 

And you're alone once again

But now, have you really won ... 

Or are your wings clipped plain?



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

10:45am Thursday, Oct. 22nd, 1998