running down the gutters of my mind the colors fly
and the plan emerges as i stare into the pale face of cognition and
breath the waters of life into what remains of those i know and those i
left, whoever knows me knows more than me and more than you stepping
through the cracks to the end game, 2 frame so long man, where did it
go and where was it from cycling through the world and our times we
hold dear , while making so ragged by our endless demands
ne3eds for the world to be perfect when we can find our own perfection
within ourselves, those around us and the simple beauty and wartm of
thiose you love, but no!
cast downthe shakles of life like so many before you the ravounous
crowd jeering at the king of the mob,
runnnig out to save your life for vain purposes
and recovering your mind you think to your original purpose
but youve forgotten
things around
taking little by little all the things you take for granted.
to hold dear why sohuld it be why souhld it matter,
woe to any who enter or leave, changes could be in you future
the labor of 30 seconds
*bows*
