In anything there's a reset  in logic and I had hit mine long ago.
In a summers rain and a passing vice the ******* of past had long since worn from my liking.
the road ahead was uncertain  but like any new journey anything was better than what I was currently in.

Dream are like bad apples to many decay the batch .
To many vices burnt out my thoughts and now a return to me was long overdue.
She wondered in silence as we feuded in verse.  

As empty as the city's church bells on a homeless point of view.
Hollow are words when action is what you need.
No more words will bind me to what it is you seem to never grasp.

Alone isn't a flaw when alone is all you ever wanted to be.