It all works....
    The way is should.

Whipping the day
Like lashings to the body,
Exclusive to where
You found yourself alone
In the prison of the mind,

It all works.....
    The way it should.

Tell me where you found
Yourself,
Away from me and the vivid
Yolk of slavers rejoices,
Don't tell me what I already know...deeper thoughts
Reside...

It all work.....
I suppose....
The way it should,

   Tell me where the problem
Surrenders to the solution
At the end of the barrel
    Take from me the side arm
And I will reload my mind
Trap the soul and win
Your body at the cost
Of time's reflection,

I suppose,
It all works.....
The way it could,

But where is the just
When I just got here
To my trial, tale
Of two thieves,
And I am locked away from
A grim reality,
Perception at its most gruesome,
Where we all never were,
This is normal,

It supposed to work,
The way it could,

Mentally programmed
To a bitter state of mind.

I longed of your spectre,
Though your flesh is no ghost
I find it a strange absence
In your presence,

Take a walk lost Lilly,
Walk with yesteryear and I was
But a thought in your
Graceful wounds,

Here now I am a stranger
And you know but a memory
In the shredded poetry
Of your father,

Who am I in your current eye  
A reach around the years
And father is still a mystery,
Daughter of the unforeseen,

There is a father here in me
And I don not KNOW who
I am in your mysterious light,
Shine on unfamiliar star,
Take me into your blossom

Only to die secondhand
And the most of my love is the veil
Of your unknowing heart...
Still I love you daughter of fire.

I am again...

Caught
              in the then and now.

Blind footfalls
              on the treadmill of life.

With a head
              filled with thoughts
              hands full of nothing
              and a heart full of porcelain.