Ü ßÛÛÜÜß ÜÛÜÛÛÛÜßÜ Û  ÛÛÛÜ ÜÛÛÛÛÜÛßÜ ßÜ ÜÛÛßÛÜÛ Ü ßÜÛÛ ßÜßÜ Û ÛÛ ÛÜ ß ÜÛÜÛÛÛÛÜß ßÜÜ ÜÛÛÛßÜ ß ÜÛ ÛÛÛßß ßÜßÛ ÛÛ ß Ü Ü ßÛÛÜßßÜ ßTT  RR EE PP II DD  AA TT II OO NN I stand upon the hill of trepidati on,Faced with what to do to assuage m y pain.I wonder, what it is I truly  crave?Although I know it is only knowle dge I cannot ascertainNot what we assimilate ev eryday into our conscious minds,But  what we learn from the demons that haunt us by night. But, how can we learn when even our dre ams are orated...They make us all part of the  senseless masses,since our most ingen uous of days.They control us by  dictation.ALthough in reality they are  more comatose than I.They call us th e uninformed...But then call us the futur e of the nation.Those who will trans cend tomorrow.And they wonder why we do n ot understand.ÚÄA bsolut VixenÄ¿ ÀÄÄÄÄ ÄINDÄ ÄÄÄÄÙ þ Trepidation Nov 5,1993 þ þþ þ Heres my first work under the IND label, responses þ þ and critiques are appreciated. Send them to me via þ þ Enigma/INDWHQ.þ þþ