Stalling

I never look
Beneath
The surface
Of my life
For I know
I could well Find
Cracks and Crevasses
Graveyards
Of burning broken bridges
Valley's
Of broken Promises
Where my Excuses
Grow like weeds
A psychological hell
Beneath the surface
Of my life
For those of Us
Who Preach and pretend
That what Lays Beneath
Will Never Breech
The surface
Where our everyday Thoughts
Reside
And when it Comes
Sooner or Later
IT Will
The Pain will be
Unforgiveing
Noware to Hide
From the Fact
That our Theory's
On our
Wishful Thinking

Lied