No time to refine the conceptual mind
Patterns are formed, developed, defined.
Look within and you should find
Who bares the fruit at the end of the vine
Is reaching the pinnacle of perpetual life redefined
Worth the risk of committing a crime?
Go, hide away.....
Run for cover.....
You can get what's been lost some other time
In the shadows as in the light
You still shine
Like a shooting star, afar, on a cloudless night
Past the moon, so soon, so bright
If you deny, it's a lie, not the truth
From all we were taught and we learned in our youth
All alone or in a group
Everywhere that you look there is proof
He who climbs the tallest tree
Has the rights to the fruit
Whether he's disheveled,
Or in a suit
Eye on the prize, worlds collide
No dispute.
If you get something out of my writing, then it was worth writing.