Behind the pose, the picture, the person. flash, it all hits ya. a deep sense of reality.
cover, hide. where is my cave.
seeking a certain attraction although its blind.
been there and done that. it becomes complicated.
what once was, was. is no longer, nor in my sight. a reflection of us both is all i need.
a loving souling and arms at times, i am not complicated just misunderstood.
i battled my self and it was not just for me, but my self and i.
i conformed to what was expected of me, what good was that?
i could of been made for life, but that lifestyle i dont fit in. i am just a normal lad from a normal place. its all nice that style, but it means nothing without love.
