A man of the many drinks, till the ends of the night the drinks drink him.
From the past, brought up in the mud.  Forgive the dirt I bring as your present.
Be unsettled with so, but don't mind my stay for I'm just the part time resident.

A couple pennies for thoughts, a few dollars for dreams and visions.
Speaking in the silence of the dreams to be.
Still to many ways to lie and many more reasons.

Like ever changing seasons, can't really stick myself to being one.
Warm hearts in the cold winters, cold and gloomy smiles across the summers of beach fun.

On the journey of life, but where to go.
Aching feet, I'd have walked all round in circles.
The troubled heart at times, but in my eyes none would know so.

The abstract pathways make no sense but still could clarify the motion.
As like the waves of sea's, moving back and forth without no ease.
Often a soul of lost, drowning in the depths of a bottomless ocean.

Like action movie scenes, often days are over-exaggerated.
Some things in life are way more than than they seem to be with added details.
Commonly overlooked by a downfall eye and the lies incorporated.

Alas, is the Abstract pathways, acting as a map to guide you nowhere.
How so unfair.