I want to be clear
But can not shake the fear
That everything here
Is not what it seems
That everything here
Has a light that never beams
A creek that never streams
A dream that never dreams
And a YOU that never means
A word you say to me
It was one of those seasons
Of one of those years
Where all of your Sundays
Felt like Mondays
It was one of those reasons
One of those fears
That tell you
That I am not afraid
To be left
I am afraid to be disappeared on
And have wondering
If either of us
Were ever really there at all....
YOU ARE READING
Heart-Talk
SpiritualI am but a lowly instrument to the muses . This is life through my eyes, Welcome. ?
