Traveling roads, twists and turns, heading
into violent emotional and stressful storms;
afraid of lasting benefits shaping our characters.
Thorough to a fault, misspending our youthful
ideals, forgetfully lapsing when old, into narrow
tunnels of vision.
Finding when too late, searching that has been
done is incomplete and can never fully aver
anything of value.
Backing down slowly, retracing steps of old,
now focusing on eternity.
Playing fields of extrasensory perceptions while dealing in reality through imagination and it’s fertile grounds.Tearing away the erosion caused by continuous landslides of emotion.Bringing me always to conclusions of ending days where I will finally be in an element of death’s desire.
At peace no matter what,living each day as if it’s my last.
Giving in to the expressions of reality, hoping to be addressed in lands of talented masterpieces of earth.Allowing the smiles of forever to be penetrated from afar.
Standing alone, rightfully weighing situations and circumstances with balance, trying to be fair to myself, yet putting others ahead of what I want in life.Pressing matters of friends characterize who I am at any given time, allowing a gentle freedom to be expressed throughout the entire thought process.
Puzzling continually in mazes of yesterday, falling into labyrinths of decadence.Dissolving mannerisms like acid in bottles of perfumed aromas, touching gently, parts of figurative speech.
Soul searching for a love lost long ago, unable to find the way back to it’s enlightenment of yesterday.No more answers to be given as love is laid to rest and forgotten beneath a slab of stone.
