i don't usually play around with the titles of my poems much, but this one is very intentionally ironic ----------------------- The Insider Time is passing quickly Yet time is standing still Life keeps on rolling But I'm watching from the sill I see the walls around me They are slowly cracking, breaking The floor is giving way But little notice am I taking How dare I complain That I've always been alone When I always hid myself Everytime the light shone ----------------------- short lil poem that came to me last night before i went to bed. i would have posted it earlier, but i wanted to make an image to go with it first. if you don't get why the title is ironic, lemme know and i will do my best to reduce you a pile of smouldering ashes of shame *cough* i mean, i'll do my best to explain it :D ============================================= default poser dude rendered in lightwave along with what was meant to look like the wall of a house or at least a room. very badly modelled, i know, but i just wanted something to match the poem, so :p