We are all 'catchers' , and its sad you dont see it, instead you see the PHONINESS you deplore out of the world; even after we point out that your in it. As you plunge past us, so sad to be leaving, and 'we', me, a little happy to be away.

Up in the distance I can see where I am going. Stuck in this ditchlike rut. Im not gone, just away. If you would have taken more than a minute to look me over you would have seen the promise. I am happy to be away from you. No just a little. A lot. Love of the loveless. Youll never feel at home when you finally realize that your always going to end up alone. They will all move on. I hope i can hear your tears like everyone else heard mine.