Sep 18, 2006 20:34
For every foot step walked a placment has changed
For each hand placed a calming clean touch left
For each word said an agreement and happyness is made
For no war leaves no peace
For one to see must be blind
as i hear no wisper of appraisal near
How far must i be for a nice word
How close is maturity
How can one please the one not to see
How can i grow on faults alone
How is a root to settle with soil that changes
as i see no sight of appraisal near
Am i to be own judge
Am i to believe myself with no wisdom
Am i to be the blind
Am i to be the deaf
Am i to see no resolve of my efforts
as i touch the ground where i lay breathless