…at times it’s hard to tell…other times you just can’t sell….all the things that can’t be found…when actually they are all around…gibberish sometimes is fine…..I’m smiling all down the line….
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The shelves are empty, the room is bare. Contents removed, packed away with care. Warmth and love resided here. Joyous laughter filled the air.
Empty shadows and barren shelves are what remain. The wonderful memories, we will retain. It will happen, we know it’s true. Letting go is hard to do.
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…my childhood home…sadly been prepping for sale…
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Sitting on the couch, holding her hand. I’m happiest there, she understands. Sparkling eyes, crinkled smile. Turned up nose, her very own style. I’m lost in a haze, my heart is ablaze. Everything’s alright for awhile….
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The second class citizen has no choice, or any say. An imposter in life, faking his way. Without commitments, it’s easy to fail. Without remorse, day after day….
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…brand new day…smiling away…
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Ezra’s worn out, weekend about to start…..
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New obsession, new lesson. Everytime, without fail. Count on it, this sad tale. In my mind, I set my sights. Knowing I’ll never prevail….
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Smiling, I inquire, been here long? Absolutely, you complain. Tell me, please explain. It’s a conspiracy you claim. Small talk can be quite strange …
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Karma, irony, somewhat combined. Serving up justice, always sublime. Reckoning forces, will not be denied. Face the mirror, don’t run and hide. Reap what you sow. Karma is close behind…
Escape Reality 