Between realizing our dearest hope
or facing a disappointing outcome...
Trust
I don't give it up easily...
Why is control a thing
Maybe I’m going insane...
I plant my feet firmly into the softened soil,
Digging in my toes until they become my roots...
Why do you insist on being different
when you fear all those...
Everyone, your front door friends
and my own back door companions...
You’ve spent all your life being moved out of...
Pushed aside to let the real stars take charge...
They Say People Can Stab You In The Back
But What If They Pull A Gun...
I woke from a dream in the early hours,
But Martin Luther was not there...
I wish I could go back;
Me and everyone else I genuinely love...
...you then smiled,
with your rotting teeth showing...
Easy-going
Mate...