Juxtapose my thoughts hold close and dearly,
departed,
nearly an artist.
Recently started,
standing up to be counted,
but the fact is,
the numbers don’t add up.


Pull the rug from underneath my feet,
and i’ll feel at one with the ground.
my soles will meet the surface,
and the holes in the life i chose.
will be exposed to those I surround.


Mistakes repeated like a daily routine.
a habitual cycle,
ritual in virtue,
I never meant to hurt you,
but the aftershocks are oblivious to man made emotions,
you watch in retreat,
as I go full circle.




Meander through my mind,
for one final time, 

maybe mine will change yours,
like the course of a river,
after a natural disaster.




My time alone is golden,
selfishly spent,
a time to payback and repent,.
I wish that made sense,
I whispered again.


For heavens sakes,
when the levee breaks,
you might understand,
I’m scared of the sea,
but i’m lost on the land.