Visions, similar to Jehovah
Splash in the bottomless ocean of
Charlotte ink
There established in the evicted
Cul-de-sac of my fragmented mind,
Fractured over this Epic of Time.

Dancing with my feet
Swinging with my arms
I walk, over puddles of tears and fears.

I lower my head, to notice
My rapid presence in action,
When I accidentally glanced at
The mirror mirror on the ground
And my reflection;
                             The actions of my past
                             Are imprinted in the crevices
                             Of my forehead;
I step back to breathe.



So many roads, so many roads,
And yet I find myself here here.
So many roads, so many roads,
And yet I find myself here.
Oh so many roads, so many roads,
And yet I find myself here.