sitting on a bench, empty , soul less. faces pass by, known unknown. and offer kind words. but not the touch i long for. in life's backstage, i search for my rose. a divine blaze in which i can search myself. it'll shield me from the vagaries outside, and quell the storm within. for i'm unstable, perturbed. in an illusionary world of my own, a daydream. suddenly i'm awake, and i see the sun rise. does that bring a new ray of hope, or just another day of loneliness??