No one is ever home, and i knocked for awhile but got bored.

I even looked upon the lords and was largely ignored, so i forged a new line in the sand, and made better time, as everyone else contemplated their stance.

I have better chances alone, against the oncoming storm, and i no longer have a gun, as i have vowed to help the ones i hate, as i stumble in the grace of the time it takes to replace these friends of mine that i have made while trying to play nice.

Silence is no longer a disguise while every one is talking, and its obvious that that's all anyone does, with hollow meanings, demeaning the trust we claimed in the love, and it has proven to be too much, as i hang on the empty words, praying that the curse is dispersed across the sea for the stars to read the ***** versus of the creeds, inscribed in scribbles that ripple into cursive versus from ancient servers to another dream.

I close my eyes to wake, but still asleep, i just hope i learn something cheap to pass the day, wide eyed and unblinking, i get to thinking that i make my fate, that reality is shaped from my attitude, and that only the absolutes that are believed to be true can be true, so in knowing nothing i can pursue the untruths of my disbelief and we can be in unison even when all over the place.