I've got to go to a reception thing for college right now so here's a poem by my friend Nick...

*Fishing for Waters*

These cds and pillows are too much for me and
bonnie raitt will always
sound the same.
Vibrations and shadows pass us by as we race the setting sun.
I fear it will beat us there while the tires are still spinning and
these voices still echoing.
I am fishing for the waters but bonnie raitt will always sound the same
to me.
These air conditioned airs are clouding my head and its making me sweat.
We will meet the setting sun down there and shop at the piggly wiggly.
The roads here are all too familiar but i have been off them for far too
long.
But i know bonnie raitt will always sound the same to me as we our
fishing for waters.
Soon i'll be there but it wont be the same. It will never be the same
without you.

-Nicolas A. Torres