Four: Decoded
The water wakes that the water makes
transforms me into odder shapes
other times I turn to brine
for sour grapes make the sweetest wine
and to all my children, I shall be your villain
if the purpose shall arise
through my empty thoughts
in that empty space, is what I seek
in the compromise
with the beauty of life
endangered, far more after
Mother, where is the lady?
who cradled me as a baby?
whose earthly nature sure bred
creation into this creature I came to be
when I am lost, or I cannot see
I can always rely on me
Proud as the man I am
I love who I become
for I am growing more rapidly
that ever thought by anyone
I love most the parts, I keep to me
for that are what saved me those days,
Now I am all that I am
the savior of self made
Some people call me crazy
some people still call my old name
some people are calling me a falling angel
until one day, that is all left, I am
then I shall be unbounded
for the better or the worse
but know for certain that upon arrival
my act shall be well rehearsed.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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