Winter creeps into my eyes a bliss conceals my truth My joy exhales and seems to overcome my fear My mind is boggled My throat bulges with tears how can this be that I'm at this stage.
I do what is asked I make an expression that hides the truth I do what is asked and inhabit a new.
I light up a cigarette and smile thinking of what has been done. I turn around to see the truth that lies beneath a hectic space of time a pleasure to make but as simple as it seems it is harder to please than my mind would perceive.
To sponge in at all My brain functions like a black book written everything down but has to page for data. How wonderful life might seem it is harder to please than one would think it is harder to please for those with experience.
I am trying to please but my world seems too small.