A soul born of a universe whole
Seems to be guided with a goal
To touch, and feel and join together
To insult and hurt forever and ever
Time does give the flow to think
But what does come from that drink
Lonely moments rendered strange
A mind so full its lost its range
Thoughts are good with a friend
Thoughts without friends do descend
A place by which only I know
A place by which only I go
Left with choice in a million directions
It hard to conduct firm inspections
Of what should be done at the moment
When my human logic has not shown it
Horizontal in time I make my stand
Not to be great, and not to be grand
But to keep with light I see in this place
And leave this world a better space

- James Smeaton (March 28th, 2006)