And so it goes, and so it goes, and so it goes..( But where it's going.... )

I can't help but live my life eventhough I would rather sometimes not. I can't measure my happiness or despair. I see homeless people who seem happier than me but that is only my interpretation.
How do you measure happiness? How do you measure sucsess? How do you measure beauty? How do you measure time when you are an insomniac? How do you measure death? How High is a Chinaman? How do you measure one persons suffering? How do you measure eternity?
WHAT TIME IS LOVE ?

All around is logic and sanity, and I fall outside the boat. Will I float or will I sink to the bottom never to rise and breathe again? I can think all these things without feeling like a victim.

I'm still taking part. Not a very active role I must admit, but here I am, taking the only direction I know and which is the direction that the happy, the sucsessful, the homeless, the harmless and hopeless are all takeing.
It's a one way trip.

And if they put me in prison for all the deaths what difference would it make?
My best friend died yesterday.
And it left me cold!