Tuesday, March 27, 2012

In My Pocket

What I want
Is only mine until I get it
Never satisfied
Breaking habits
Breaking ground
Standing firm
With what I’ve found
On the frontline of my own life
Patterns illuminating
Escape from brain waves
And unseen forces calling my name
Melody swallows
Sounds clear today
As the rain falls
And all this noise
Dissipates with choices I’ve made
Static blurs the slain
Sounds clear today
On the frontline of my own life
what I’ve seen
and who I’ve been
all mirrored by decision
a picture in my pocket
I hold with those that lost it
along the way.

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