Babbling tho'ts come my way.
Leaving this pen shake in my hand
The paper was white and it made no sense
But now it's turned gray with a greater intelligence
Just this morning my eyes were blurred
NOt of sleep but of the need to come clean
Clean from denials & clean from self contradictions
To believe in what I write and not so much in my trials.
Yes it's me again.The one with the flux
It's me again, the one with the spark
One who sees the glass as half full and not so much as half empty
My heart is no more hollow.My bleeding has stopped.
My vision is clear & my barn is full stocked.
