prisoned inside my private world i watch dust devils dash and swirl and lift the skirt of a nubile girl i hear the wind raping the trees i see the bruised and battered leaves come crumbling down around her knees   i kid myself that i’m not mad i’m not bitter, i’m not sad that i don’t shed tears for love unknown and my foolish fears haven’t left me ‘lone that i still walk the path between the sta…