words have escaped me until the light breaks free
maybe bad advice is the worst vice of all
don't read these words
you have laid open your life
and let the lions roar instead
I know the spirit you reside
when bare we feel all thoughts unspoken
and still hear
I had these thoughts before I woke
it will be better
when we wait
we can not wait until it is too late
I know you
your mystery is all clear
is it waiting?
the hard question that you ask
my answer is not likely to be kind
my soul is unwaken
I sense something unspoken, in all that you share
is it come push or shove?
the rights are a blemish, unsought, but open
no leave, no clothes, no solace
are you feeling forsaken?
you can not
you must not
no boss of you am I
there is a word for all of this
it is begot
we came, we sang, we whistled
happy is the laughter that explodes
no rule of sun remembered, it is time to fly
how is it you are blind?
when all you see is truth
it is a burden
and my yoke is light
it's codes, it's amazement
just plain and simple is too easy
where is the fun in that?
I might add that I am uncertain
it defines me, it binds me, it subsides by me
separate
these cloths I wear are defining a relative existence
perhaps I will dream of you tonight
a soul to soul in comfort
an ease of dispair brought to its end