That I Am
Truth has a way to tell on you,
Hurts and pains sum the pact unseen;
Etch a bold play in all you do.
Feelings now pump from surge within,
Open the box of foolish pride;
Opt then to move with simple strokes,
Live well old fox in life's joy ride.
Thought oils the grooves as laze now chokes,
Haze in full craze shows in bright spark;
Ask just to see beyond fancy,
Touch denies daze in fuzzy mark.
Intent can be quite as nasty:
Allow shrewd craft to waste away,
Murky sad draft where folly plays.
Leon Enriquez
02 September 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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