When I find myself I'm still wandering
Into and out of the times
Of knowing without doubt while pondering
The future no fear of surprise

Expressions through pen they did follow
Led by a heart that's still blind
Within a man that will swallow
The elegant strokes hand out of mind

Imprinted upon expectation
Those words had a meaning conceived
Within sharing another's elation
In both it was so soon believed

That our future was merely relearning
A painting of past as perceived
Though mistaken with unconscious yearnings
Perhaps they were wants just being relieved

A vision ideal and imagined
But yet to have been realized
Words such as these became tragic
Life presupposed has proved as unwise

An 'if only' cannot find comfort
Inside of this mind for I know
That I am a man who's forever indebted
In so many ways that I still cannot show

I feel like I've wronged one within me
My hands they seem bound by my sides
The fear now is had in the writings
That used to connect my heart and my mind

When simply so beautiful hurts one
The questions within come alive
My creation of words had created a gun
One which the vision just could not survive

brilliant

like this alot.

nice to see you around my friend...

Thanx kc...