A Lost Act
Lost acres of land
to the man
the great suffrage
to be
lost acres of land
all I am
is pardoned away
from me
For every lost soul
deserves to think he knows
a direction to salvation
or just a false presentation
of hope
The blind man
sees with his hand
his eyes don't work anymore
The blind man
can sense with his mind
more than you or me
could ever hope for
The messed up part
about you and me
is we counteract each other
like an isolated mother
from her baby
I speak
to wolves in the night
howling at me
with all of their might
in lost acres of mind canvas
I'm free
in due time
lost as a memory
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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