In the Socio I logically,
am not...

And the old man
just hinted at in shades...

It's not about heartache
nor emptiness...

I'll not be eating this away
to try at all creates dismay...

Roses are dread and violets run through
hearts and minds on such a day...

Things floating upon the surface
expressionate objects moved by tides...

Should it concern the I's?
where God's stability...

The trick of it is
diminishment of once was great...

On the run
and my what fun...

I pay prices constantly
not excluding dues to time...

....and my pain is my pain
really...

Naked to endless strangers
a stark procession...