Rolling low, wide, and slow.
I am a victim of foolishness.
I fool others. I fool myself.
Sometimes memories are like stained glass windows in a Cathedral.
Combined in fragments, arranged in beauty, forgetting what was,
replaced by what should be.
Six times wrong upon many times not quite right,
and I continue.
Or maybe I stop, I step away, I change things, and return different.
To be accused of being the same, of feeling the same, or acting the same.
Odd, I know I don't feel the same. That's what time does. It alters your perception, zooming you out, allowing you to grow barriers.
But all that is seen is what was seen. Your perception hasn't changed.
Your process of analyzing what I do, what I say, how I see you hasn't changed.
Your previous need for me has changed though, and now its no longer needed nor wanted.
And do you hear what I say? Do you understand why? Does it matter why or only that it was said?
Why would I say no when yes would make so much more since to what you believe?
Actions and words, and looking back at both all I see are brilliant hues pieced together in a symphony of lost realities.
I walk along a path sowing friends, and forgetting where they fall. Never seeing them mature and grow into fullness.
Dedicated to:
Crew, Garret & Adam, Kram Rassa, The 6, Chick in the van, Sarah #2, and Fidel.
I fool others. I fool myself.
Sometimes memories are like stained glass windows in a Cathedral.
Combined in fragments, arranged in beauty, forgetting what was,
replaced by what should be.
Six times wrong upon many times not quite right,
and I continue.
Or maybe I stop, I step away, I change things, and return different.
To be accused of being the same, of feeling the same, or acting the same.
Odd, I know I don't feel the same. That's what time does. It alters your perception, zooming you out, allowing you to grow barriers.
But all that is seen is what was seen. Your perception hasn't changed.
Your process of analyzing what I do, what I say, how I see you hasn't changed.
Your previous need for me has changed though, and now its no longer needed nor wanted.
And do you hear what I say? Do you understand why? Does it matter why or only that it was said?
Why would I say no when yes would make so much more since to what you believe?
Actions and words, and looking back at both all I see are brilliant hues pieced together in a symphony of lost realities.
I walk along a path sowing friends, and forgetting where they fall. Never seeing them mature and grow into fullness.
Dedicated to:
Crew, Garret & Adam, Kram Rassa, The 6, Chick in the van, Sarah #2, and Fidel.