There is a road that I travel on in the back of my mind. It is where I go to  ponder on the troubles in my life.
You won't find this road on any maps  around.
It is  far behind the these troubled eyes  and the twist of my mouth.
This road is no stranger to me ,
we have traveled many miles.
Each twist and turn, *** hole and cow paddy mines,
always together though somewhere in my mind.
When I finish up the journey down this stretch of road,
I can come back to the nowaday, relaxed without a load.
Somewhere in the back of mind, near and old dead tree,
there you will find  what I left behind...
that what was bothering me.

It is proven by the unspoken
The silver rule still stands
With silence as a witness
And some questions filled by regret.

what is so wrong with the name ana?
I dont understand it all
and I can get quite emotional;
but,
Ana.

Sometimes your wisdom supercedes me.
It's hard understanding you to my wilds, but there are truthes that
glimmer gold flecks as much as your.
I'm up in debate nowaday whether it even be good or right to ever stake you a piece my mind; only if you've the same I suppose. I just wish someone came along to save me for once- to invade my sense and lay me home. I hope my worth would speak through myself; that my very nature be loved and nurtured by a warm touch.