In and out the forest//
To confess I need to reflect//
Storage in my dome//
Recollecting for a poem//
Have to think out what's important//
Broken like a door hinge/
Hanging from the cliff ends//
Envisioned in memory lane//
Before I focused on the present, living in vain//
Never knowing if myself I'll forgive//
From seeing beyond this suspenseful grid//
To experience and reflect is what I did//
Lying to the mirror, so what if you're a little weirder//
Beyond self-identification, but people are people and judge the surface//
My soul was stolen from a belief that didn't help me see beyond accepting eternity without fear and uncertainty//
Accepted death, in my "eternal" sleep I'll be awake in contemplate//
Experiencing the essence in the present just makes sense//
(walking around Walmart, typing and typing)
Hoping gave me grief//
When I reached within and confronted "myself" is when I was finally at ease//
It's a movie and I'll lead//
I wish, that you could see, through these letters put together, so that we can just "be"//