I must apologies I have a tendency to project It happens when I read A poem of abuse or neglect... Bad things happen Good people go bad That was my reality The only one I had... So hold on tight To your poetry and to your soul You're similar To the way I was Years ago...
I'm just projecting an old role! ........................................
Being High on a hill Don't make us divine Looking down The spirit goes blind Say what you believe Believe what you see Until you come down And set the clouds free .........