you're an only child like me
in many rooms and in this house
and so we learn
we ask, we do not get
learn to avoid
so we won't regret
carry on, we lie then cry
spectators trapped as players
of this remote, bizarre and painful sport
that someone's calling life
survive
Bacause you never give the tickets back
you don't know how
nobody taught you
now it's us
and I'm the enemy
in your blood, I see
but I'm not the cancer,
I'm the cure.
---OOO---
From: Ehrlich [ehrlich@flash.net]
Sent: Friday, October 30, 1998 9:30 PM'
Subject: To my brother