What if loves I once ceased to know were just my own mistakes to blame How can I then tender a hope when all my excuses go lame
Then all the stars would fall to earth as the lights went out in the sky Leaving me dark and by myself to then ask of my god but why
The breeze picks up what's left of life as it cleans the lost slate away The four winds then come whisk and blow memories of a finer day
At times I am my own worst pain not the way I wish it should be Failing to recognize problems not in others but within me
Tate Original version http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/631791/
Not a serious write. Just a thought on my own responsibility for some of the pain I have known in the past. I caught my own reflection in the mirror and couldn't help seeing I am guilty as sin! lol I couldn't help it the Paper Moon movie is such an icon of Americana. Just having some fun the paper moon movie reminds me of the racetrack and the kids both grown and not who acted so badly they ought to put them in a test tube and study them lol