posted on Nov, 18 2015 @ 04:23 PM
Ummm...another thought stream that fled swift over the falls...there it lies...within the grip of meloncholy..awash in introspection...
Equation
If one is true to what they then believe
Would that equate an effort to deceive
Or could they when traversing inner space
Wear truth as they had found it for a face
If outreach through conversing cross these miles
does intent fall prey to victim as it whiles
If intention cannot span such reaches full
Then every word I've uttered...only bull
Such equation leaves it's saddened sickly tone
Perhaps that's why in journey I'm alone
I find no comfort there though should it be
the one that I'd deceived was ever me
I've tried to touch that inner core of light
But trying morphs as caring's change to plight
These castle stones I've laid dissolve away
Reveals the trailor that I as trash will stay
It's too hard to face sometimes...too hard to admit the truth of place...and self...
YouSir