Preface
As I sit and talk with the elderly of my society...
Walking along the sandy shore
salt water lapping at bare feet...
I broke at a tender age,
when life was honeysuckle...
I have had ideas that don't belong to me
because I have come to know, my lucid dreams are...
Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through...
I met the sword on my saddle today
I took it out...
The Injustice to so many lives
The generational suffering...
She was afraid of heights.
But she was much more afraid to fly...
I hold no fear in death
because i hold no hope...
Rummaging through the ruins,
I recover you, lifeless...
Who do they look to as heroes?
Who is the heroes hero...
My purple glasses are always a wreck,
sliding down my nose, their lens dirty...