.........Smoke and Mirrors......... Arising in thought, my judgment disguised..... Smoke covered mirrors, deep hidden lies..... When will I give into my own true appeal?..... Allow myself triumph or some room to heal..... Walking my days clouded in thought..... How hard I have battled, the emotions I’ve fought..... Doubting my chances, stealing my choice..... To the point I can’t recognize, even my voice..... Why do I continue to live my days..... Punishment, turmoil in so many ways...... So heavy this burden of unclean guilt..... Nothing to stop it, this body does wilt.... To crumble inside and rot with no sun..... So hard to keep trying when my soul weights a ton.... Looking around at what to achieve.... And how many emotions I kept from my sleeve...... Covered and hidden from anything close.... It won’t be to long before I am a ghost.... Gracefully walking where no one can see..... I beg to differ, that’s already me..... Eric Garcia 4-16-2009