Chasing,
Chasing,
Chasing,
You see that movie in you mind,
And you see that devil in your line,

What are you going to do?
With the self you intend to suffice,
Surfacing in patterns,
Of Worth,
I know of,
That Heart-felt,
Variance, Of situated fear,
Ugly, Death, you canceled all those perfect days,
Like a show you watch,
Or the water, the waves...


Everyone loves those ruthless men,
With their toes all bent and their minds all spent,

Everyone loves those tired days,
Where the rain comes fast,
But the pain stays the same,

There are rocks of Granite,
And bones of bone,
Men and Woman,
Inside of one Tomb,


I write sometimes, to breeze past the day,
I write sometimes, to remind me of clay,
I write sometimes, to tell you I love you,
I write sometimes, to relent and decay,

If I finish this,
Before you end it,
Or read it after,
My only hope is life's disaster,
Will sweep by your Soul,
Dive past your Spirit,
And leave your mind Whole