Love

For some its a quaint evening with a date Well, some are ever looking for spirituallity Others simply disagree, Fighting back the silence amidst the tender blindness We evoke togetherness out of silence No one ponders the future always in the past A glance at a nail with holding the pants In reason we fought back the inner reasoning ~ Perhaps this was the path where Nero tred? In lazy diamonds searching frantic inside the head. We ponder a lake yet it devides its inner fate In tempers we knew exposed to its vested tool, Many today are filled up with hate! Looking still deeper then ever before, On its Pilgrims Progress hence the open door; ~ We live lonely lives yet not the preacher!