I always write on notes
guess that somehow creates hope
for life outside of words
perhaps there's a goal I move towards
Is creation before what's whole
is our meaning in the soul
A sentence is not just a line
for logic to work on in time
but sure it's a bit of death.....
to it
Can goodness bee a lying thief
and
beauty be like death for me
I see a flower in bloom
The colors will leave it soon
I can connect that all to see
but
the eyes role ain't clear to me
I have my round beliefs