This flesh is terribly mad.
I realize the only way to forge is forward.
I hide behind my fears to keep from getting beaten.
A bridge to keep my sanity safe.
During this time I realize I have no grounds to run to.
I could no longer gravitate to this pull of negative actions.
What I presume was safe was in fact self endangerment.
The things you learn in reflection of timeout.
Do I concede to this new uncharted path?
Do I pray hopeful even through the shadow isn’t as behind me as I thought.
I seen destruction and jealousy as this rabid snarling dog.
Chasing its tail and worst anything else on the block.
I see figures in the shadow marking my comings and goings.
I don’t want my strength gone, or tested.
I don’t wish to have my fears come upon me like waves thrashing ever so heavily upon rocks at the jiggered edge of the cliff.
I seen beautiful men leave me.
I seen average men wear uglier mask.
The heart is but a wicked thing.
If you had a list of what you wanted, you only received 88% how unhappy we are.
The one thing you want you do get, and how miserable you are.
I wouldn’t call life a race, but a trivia.
If I, Danny, and Sue were at the starters line and he had more hurdles, more holes and puzzles to pass, how the hake he still beat I but lost to Sue, whom I beat.