help_me_find_my_way crOwl roll me like an uneven stone sharp point grabbing earth smashing fingers cascading like a dripping faucet falling like water dried up memories in the cracked ground i'm making money like a bleeding wound running down the leg of one scratched by a tiger i'm singing with the voice of someone else i'm laughing at jokes that are not funny even when told by a child oh here we go again over and over the morning the warning the storming i'll always remember how i felt when i woke up and you were talking in your sleep saying, 'don't go, it's raining' but the moon was bright with a rainbow surrounding it. 060811 what's it to you? who go blather from