Timing

The reason why there is only me?  Ill timed actions.
Uncontrollable, eratic, impulsive.  A road well traveled.
And it leads me to a conclusion, forgone
how dreadfully wonderful evil lives in this world.

I was vigilant for so long.  But my soul, far from pure.


came crashing down-- i cannot play anymore.


close to home so they cant be dissapointed.
and the inner child screams "be happy!" But i will not be annointed.

So I travel to disgrace book dot com.  A trip down memory strain.
Locked entries of people who surely have forgotten my name.
And the world remains sleep. So I ask God:
Why must I hit rock bottom to evoke the spirit within?

Is it love or lust I seek?  No, actually it's peace.
I dont need to travel far to find what I seek.

The inevitable bottom has me up all night so of course I cannot sleep.
The house remains quiet with echos of an adolescent knowledge.
Count your blessings.  you will be old some day.
Deception always interfers with real progress.

Two steps forward, this time three steps backwards.
But a heart pulsates- lost in the song of regret.