Occupation Of The Senses

 


People places
years gone by
tied laces
into the sky
at one mile high
just another time
in my crazy life
I've been around a bit
I don't regret any of it
even the after shock
of the affidavit.


Experience, a little rushed
ambiguous
are the tree's in the way
of the woods.

Multiple romances
with only one
I ever wanted
that's well gone
an ancient dropped bomb
moving on
is easier said than done.


Ubiquitous projects
immerse myself
in many things
occupation of
the senses
as the hounds of hell
feast on my feelings.


Far from perfection
I've tried to be
the best I can
but there's a constant
repetition
of people who think
it's a weakness.