Little known is the thought we throw to the side. inside insidiously we tried to hide the being with the wish I hope to confide.
Let alone the disillusioned idea of property or love owned by the self. let alone the thoughts we've left canned on the shelf. Like a man with no remorse I open those cans with a thought in mind.
I hope I can find your love inside of at least one, with empathy of my task in kind