Sep 21, 2014
September 22, 2014
Welcome the cool ocean breeze
while I drift over currents deep,
mind roaming in streams
of time past, finding forests of
deep moss, the creatures
retreat from nosy footprints,
sitting now in the eternal present
contemplating our true false god,
death, times twisted reach brings
careless actions and tangled haste
to be something other than yourself
I accept my fortress of rotting flesh
slowly expressing my outer struggle
with inner hope