Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Self

When coming from,
The bottom of realize,
That moment meant for something,
To materialize,
Waiting in the wind,
A waiting to begin,
Looking out to see,
Over the rolling way,
Of dead listening,
To much a sway,
To much a day,
To much this way,
It’s my OCD,
It’s a parody,
Never finality,
Only a vision,
Too please…………………..

FTBAS 1.11.12