Lonesomeness and loneliness,
I search for them with vigor.
I cry because my dreams seem lost
In dreamin’, not in livin’.

I hope for dreams without dreaming
And cannot seem to find them.
For truths I look always in books;
Not always do they hide there.

Sure, books have truths, but so do youths
And they find theirs through livin’.
I, therefore, say the only way
For one to find his heaven

Is to dream hopes and to test ropes
And choose those which be stronger.
For those of his that he would live
Are those which last the longer.

— Circa 1971