Born Confused

How I wish I could comfort you, it hurts my heart to know your crying inside won’t stop, if I could give you my loveliness and joy I would even though your standing and you’ve stood pretending your made of wood but still I would like your head to be upon my chest so you may have a little rest and put your body to a restful slumber and ease; pleasantly dreaming on my knees

A wall of mirrors looks at me straight on, i scared to look back–a cowardly con? what will i see–where my soul is, a hole? will i see the life’s toll…a temperamental mistress she is, one moment her tresses caress another moment you stress condemners getting endorsement for thier enstonement unless you do enrollment to their version of enscrollment or send you to entombment. Or the horrid mistake might meet my eye–a tear falls, emboding a cry–a blight which cuts into me like a rake. thus i must confess to atest: humility honing the ability to know we have the capacity thus i remind myself for my sake, that theres a chance to advance and then given a choice to venture from righteous strive becoming evil in midnight’s twilight of gray mistaking it for fighting for enlightments ray. lesson is we must be humble becasue with lifes turns an curves, thunder rumbles, and in selfish shock we often stumble seeing our goodness crumble. tis human nature, thus is true, the question is will you stay by masses rule, or will you look in the mirror your soul a bit tier–and within starkes a lighter and says ‘i’ve no joy higher’. what with i see within me? distasteful spite or a blessing of happiness gift not from persuasion but the right done in the time determined as you run against the sun realizing in the end there was only one–yourself. and only God will tell if you’ve won.

I know I am within your eye. You think I can’t see? I plague your mind, you check the time—you know what I mean by this rhythm. You think I don’t know? You think I can’t see? I have other ways of knowing, without hearing it from thee.