These didn't have names, overfilled a void. Too soon, I learned a more profound fear, in familiar with ones who seemed devoid; reason enough never to let others near. This left me with a deep desire you seem to know it well Of adding my voice to those spirits that once upon did dwell. I want someone to know at the last, throughout posterity and choice, that I, too, had desires and dreams that in this world, I once had voice. Cling here still, waiver there, banner unfurl; pause to watch some of your foul scheming. Sure what I need in this fine cruel world begins with me, thus ends with some meaning.