two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops
and overlooking the earth as the son of the moon
protected by a forcefield of pure thought
a rally of unemployed disgruntled words long for long journeys to somewhere
somewhere that only caused me pain as i strain my soul cramming it with light
so i can bring some there
i bleed the blood of a cold stone that rolls without a shadow
i'm only deep enough to realize that i'm shallow
but its hard to keep it straight
when you don't believe in love
and you just can't cope with hate
as the difference between love and lust clarifies as trust
if you only had an hour to sum your whole life up
would you spend that hour sayin' that an hour ain't enough?
i've escaped the shell that bound me to cowardice
now i'm faithful to the wind
but compared to it i'm powerless
and it was a fair accomplishment
the pond was sittin' still
and as my reflection rippled
seasons always change so there's no reason for fear
we made an autobiography of our pivotal years
it's all i got and i'm giving it to you because i care
exist in a self-projected state of falsehood
we're either too close to our image to be objective in our perception
or too far away to be subjective in any matter
this only widens the void in social conformity introduced to our souls at birth
i don't write without the intention of objectivity or attention on the image
but only as an omni-directional bridge between the several
tunnel-structured realities present in incomparable space and time
see i don't write for the future
adjacent to my generation
waiting for some ventilation
patient while the wind blows
graceful in its demonstration
a fountain of youth sovereignty
a thousand syllables more than a pound of flesh
a deep breath of achievement
a dream and a wake-up call
another haul of the quest
a 'thank you' for your help
glad you could relate. peace.