A Gift to a Common Mind

I care, but I understand silence. Dignity in a land not so grand. I have no guise, I see the reality and it is not pretty. How many horses in my heart that wish to be released daily. I came to say hello, but I walked away. I saw you turn. It has much to do with how much you earn and how quickly it could burn in the quicksand of demonry that I exists in daily. People keep their form, but the paperwork never goes my way. Torture is daily and complete. I brush back the hair I have left as I just try not to gaze too long in the mirror. I know that people think that it is hilarious what has happened to me daily, but especially lately. Well the schism is about to be revisited. Maybe the words of songs exist to just give me company as all are free to ignore my suffering. La la la is the way they say it is okay and know that I don't make it as a writer or a creative, in general, just proves my lack of pursuit, piety, or just plain ability. Well I have deconstructive ability and I know the reality of evil in individual and community NOW, but not in most of my life. I just steer my ship away from the fjords today and have a sullen moment to thirst for my gift of comedy. I can be alone every day when I know that this space exists at a certain point. I put up a very tall wall to encompass my mind and heart. Bitterness never, rage always.