Chasing dreams…fleeting moments in time...release eludes me still
Pushing pulling tugging carrying a heavy load…I will
The days are far too short, the slaying of me is such a petty sport.
Too far away on any given day...hearts words spoken in dismay.
A morality play...ignorant opinions hold sway, deft minions of a deaf, dumb and blind god.
Why the back and the white, when grey will incite. Never judge and bear the fetid fruit.