I wrote a poem. I call it "Entry List": If you truly wish to be blank Beneath the skin, Come on and say hello In my room. And On the way down,Take a Clue. I'm trying to find myself. “roaR” But At least I am alive. Though I've lost my forte. To get through, to go around,Make Me Believe. Chariot of Faith ,I wish you out of the woods."Come down now" they'll say, “Stranger if you please” .Steve