The tables are turned the bridges are burned
Now just a shadow of my former self reflections disections former projections of the vision that revealed itself.
changing the range swallowing my pain rebuilding my strength determining my fate. taking stride resuming pride from a ride that pushed me aside through turmoil and lies. lying in wait far to late to demonstrate emotional gratification. physical stimulationmind altering communication.
Forever it is but a disguise there are no
tomorrows because they are all unknown lies.
© WJA