My eyes have seen a few things I'm sure you would never see in a book; There's not enough words to paint a picture of them all, and now and then I wish I had never looked...               Peter Morriss THE INSTITUTION Grim faced wall emulate the dinosauric etched essence of ingrained diminutive inward thinking. The vulgar falseness thinly disguises the inner layers of truth. In its light of created impersonality, shadows of the walls pray to be delivered whole. There are those whose office is but a desert, inexplicably bare. A poet sows the seeds that ease the heart from the stony ground of a sojourny wilderness.                                                            MY CARER  You wipe away the tears of concern from my mind. In the quiet hours of my wanting, it is you, who gives me dignity. You are my strength so that I may stand alone. You are never distant from the path I walk. Will you often walk beside me- And be my friend...?