SAM

Time stops to a still. Disfigured, bad rhythm. Is there anyone enough? Anything quite tough? Or is it someone above my level? I write things down, save oddities note strange names. I stand heavy, I stand dumb. Must be a reason for this fare. There's a figure a meaning. My name is Sam. I stand out in plain crowds. I'm quite the opposite of me. That's often things like you see. We like to bend truth and make up stories. Chances are high we end up in psych wards, looney heavens. In a world that's hard to define, I used to be Sam-one. Now I'm just anyone. Oh help me see. Fading memories won't align.