in and out of rhyme the melody, the rhythm they are but wafts of smoke through thin air-off into space
my mind and soul
some days, it's ebb and flow is so clear to me thoughts that seem to be just where they ought to be the somewhat clandestine, intellectual Id of me....that doesn't seem to stay for very long-like a languished song
out of key
and I turn to look for you but you can not see or find me truth.....”there is no true beauty in your aberration” ...