Can such understanding come in the thickest of ambiguities? The mist begins to seep, swirling, until it becomes the densest of fogs. The grayness-the nothingness- of it all presses upon me. But the silver patch of clearness, highlighted in shades of blue, presses its lips against mine. Suddenly I am lost, but freedom finds me now…All that I have known in my heart has come to pass, but all that is tucked away in my brain fails me to no avail. The sounds of the scratching vinyl fill the room as Dylan’s voice fills the fading summer air. “Ask and you shall receive…” and in Dylan’s lyrics I find all the answers I seek. His songs beat with the time of my heart, providing an honesty I did not know, a truth that laid hidden, and a courage I failed to find. Suddenly, my moments became freeze-frames of memories merely forgotten. The moonlight shines on the dirty blacktop, and her I am all alone, but I may not see the promise of tomorrow lying dormant at the door. I find a silent prayer, as poverty’s hands choke the very life from my already tired body. All I can do is cling to my music, where all comprehension lies, and have faith in all that is left…The darkness settles in and I become “Emotionally Yours.” I weep at the thoughts of such sorrow, so I hide in vain. Can I find what hides behind the lyrics and pages of my back story? No, I cannot. For I am consumed by it, and therefore it must find me where the shadows dwell. So here I sit, awaiting, life on the edge of fate- “Hold on heart and have some faith…”