Like a reverie; unswayed
The practical me, at odds
with that other me
yes, there is that one!
...
My days are thoughtless motion ‘till there’s nothing left to do
Turning stones and pages to find what’s left of you
You made yourself the answer now you’re nowhere to be found
If only you could listen you would here the sound
...
Choose your sins wisely
Don't let your emotion run wild
Ignored at my peril
I've been in a mess for a while
...
The Other Me
Like a reverie; unswayed
The practical me, at odds
with that other me
yes, there is that one!
Fear?
No, inertia!
When set in motion
yielding something less than hoped
if you see otherwise
not to be kind
but because a truth becomes seared in your heart
look my way
I will know