When I am writing,
That is what I do.
I am not reading.
And those few times I read...
To be without things easily received,
Breaking mistaken trust.
And cussing those you blame,
Because I made decisions,
To release and free myself of tensions.
I have been told I am not 'really' happy.
There has to be 'something' left to salvage.
Something with a footstep placed,
And taken towards integrity.
Something with a fingerprint on it...
People are fearing,
Their lives spent in sheer greed...
Comes to an end!
A ripping apart of 'standards'
Does not occur
When people have been politically correct.
Or profess to have qualities that are perfectly expressed,
I can not sleep.
Although I need it.
My mind is steeped,
With thoughts I must release.
I did not know what is known now before.
If I did...
The now I know,
Would not be as fresh.
I argue with no one,
Fixed and stuck in false beliefs.
Those who have been in routines,
Does what it takes,
To accomplish those deeds he needs