Trickling on the stone of a thickened glow,
I accumulate my conscience, as a true, solid closing
My resident of silence is definitely sealed to the temptations of my welcome r's, relief
My disobedient memory within reckless living, is a false sighting to my thoughts
I make a shimmer upon my hardened granite, as I blissfully reclaim,
the aromas of my fantasy
My presence of a scented rose, has decorated my reasons in dew
The hopeful petals, engrossing me in the touching of days in my own wonderland
Their schemes are full of insanity, and I am constantly pulled within their diet
To remain would be a blessing of false possibilities and leaving would be the better achievement. Any remorse would be dealt with... accordingly...
Fin
11-21-96
I accumulate my conscience, as a true, solid closing
My resident of silence is definitely sealed to the temptations of my welcome r's, relief
My disobedient memory within reckless living, is a false sighting to my thoughts
I make a shimmer upon my hardened granite, as I blissfully reclaim,
the aromas of my fantasy
My presence of a scented rose, has decorated my reasons in dew
The hopeful petals, engrossing me in the touching of days in my own wonderland
Their schemes are full of insanity, and I am constantly pulled within their diet
To remain would be a blessing of false possibilities and leaving would be the better achievement. Any remorse would be dealt with... accordingly...
Fin
11-21-96