To many times and tomorrows,
To make the dreamers real,
Maybe I'll have just one more drink,
Or maybe one more pill.
And all the same, of course,
In time,
Another gone insane,
And crime.
Hatred, love and nature too,
When no one wins,
We all must loose.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/isolation-5/
