Pitiful, an utter disgrace
Roots of character I can trace...
I look at this painting,
And see my life...
Last night
For the first time...
Blue is the color to begin my day
It helps me think about things I say...
He spoke clever-copied lines,
Created a world of deceitful design...
I am sitting right here
From my eyes blossom a single tear...
For all the times I was slipping away
for that was the very first time I looked up and...
Pitter patters of little feet
no longer run beneath...
How will I be remembered,
After I expire...
The clouds are a shroud
draped softly over me...
Life on autopilot.
i reached the memory cap...
With age and experience lessons are learned,
In the moral of the story knowledge is earned...