The Missing Peace

She had a shark in her shoe The doubts they just crash and tolled of pain a cry, I’m insane Bodies broken just left to lie on the fields of inventing a new past Relenting misrepresenting align to everything we once were Wait but don’t stop, fall but don’t drop, someone’s cigarette smoke in your face It puffs out to hold you its hostage, I can’t match your power, I attested in disdain acquitted remitted of appearance, a life of bold and honest to their purpose I can’t see the bad, I can feel it, but all I see is good, but I can’t feel it You are karma the act of the past the mission of the gods who laugh and interlope being a business of bland My thoughts are with me to no longer search to be captive and to feel no bounds and loose my chains But it’s a game, to see an age and see what matches is found by courage, with no pill, no wine Now washed up on the shore, from somewhere foreign a tropical paradise, off with the shoes, home sweet home Feeling good out for a swim surrounded by sharks