The mare of sorrow,
she drinks from the well...
Life's lesson are they good or bad
Are they happy or sad...
In the breath between offense and reply,
Where silence trembles but does not die...
There is a door that's open
but we have to break in, just the same...
Behind the vastness of my scars,
scarcely lives a man...
Looking out of the window of my mind,
I see what is done...
Life’s a series of crossroads!
Foot of the mountain stuff until my end...
Looking were the shadows fall,
Seeing the proof that I exist...
There are these buried questions within!
The sub concision has its’s own reality...
Finding my path in my twilight zone.
Where light and darkness cohabitate...
Without telltale signs of me clinging to my...
Regret fantasy and desire laid bare...
The potential of a blossom on a tree
Resonates with me...