Who knows

Sunday, June 28, 2009

My traveling mind seems to wander more than my feet. Journeys, no I don’t take those as I fear the walk back. Stuck to know all about the out there’s from right here. The good lines I spit mingle with the other bile spewed. Who knows the ones that will fill the void that I dig. Some motions taken but not actionable by this man alone. The rough bricks I passed left many scares on my souls. Judgmental of the judgments I took to find my freedom. What is free is not the encasement in a claim of protection. No hurt for the ones that have given of themselves for you. It is more of a claim that they have made enough you say. I say too and want for the walk but don’t make any moves. The explorer needs for the exploration of more than shown. Time slows with beat of my own drum or advances quickly. Chant from within your own experience to find some new. My days numbered but no order in which to follow it by. So the cage turns and what falls free may be my next go. Walk fast to follow if you will I will not judge your stop. Futures are in bags and love letters from the past packed. A day to see the way of another ones way will do you well. My time has no limit once the stories are painted on walls. No listening to the crazy as you know all to well its true. Silence the voices before they make too much since. Reclined with drink to lips I will just direct your way. Pay attention and do not look at the actions that I take. No seat to sit and no shoes to fill I walk my own path dear. Noticing the difference of the trees in this frightened place. A new place to paint my tales and deniers to shortly follow.