Self Searching
how can it be
I am so misunderstand
the ones who are close
cant see as they should
or could it be me
flying blind in the night
did I just not notice
or is the truth to bright
shall a man be free
even a glimps in the deep
wonder into the shaddows
where the legends sleep
will I ever see
what yesterday did show
cant live for the past
shall the river still flow
like wood is to tree
however it will twist
in the ruins of my bones
shall forever persist
Copyright © Kenny Malone | Year Posted 2016
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