The day begin as all the rest
and ended just the same.

boring

to be born-

a shame a costume

his sham

my name…
Adorn



So I woke this morning, the glory of the morning sun ,

greeted me as if it greets everyone…

love

the light

last night’s fight

you go to bed as if nothing’s wrong



and wake as if anything is right.



How could you!?

How do I?

we search for truth

yet live in a lie?

come and go

and passing.
B’ bye…

marking signs across your chest

warding off the evil eye.



Talk about things no one wants to hear, you  do alot of talking to yourself…

And talking to yourself, yourself does all the talking and no one is there to listen-

soo you talk and listen

and at the same tyme

imprint feelings of imagery

put in the storage of your mind.



what system

none that I find

I get lost sidetracked and fall behind…



and then I come here-this place I have previously been…

I lose the door shut close behind me

and do not know which one I came in…

I look at my feet-for brought me they must

these shoes are borrowed, and Im horrified

They are covered with dust.

Clean up the shoes-give em a shine

And I tell those shoes a story or two

as I give them a piece of my mind.



so off with the dust-polish till they shine

and Ill walk a story in these shoes

and youll read the story with mine

The day begin as all the rest,

hurriedly I put on my voted best

and vowed someday soon to wear the rest…

But if it ended just the same - I must have failed the test…or lost the shoe-tis true I started off with two, but someone talking to them self-is one not talking to...
so,
could I have done this myself, when all along I was talking to you?