Vain

Broken skulls loose from its inner well of bondage Carriage bells in its timely cottage, Chased after the wind loose limbs A puzzled look on the face of the man Enter through the narrow gate time to live by faith, Careless whisper on a sullen frown that's filled with poison Cherished the lips with a smile torn in denial Puzzled features midnight movie theatre; To run in a race one must be disciplined within to win To withstand the pain in a baracade innocent man Virtual denial still we will know all the while A crazed rat as in a village stripped in absurd fashion The notion of a new season & down thin on rations Through blinded eyes in bondage to the sin Lest to where I need to once again begin again Fragrance from within features by wisdom in its bargain Shattered fragmentation of intense glue as in its imagination Silenced by the papal pew in borrowed expectation We draw lines in the sand & stand Hopeful that someday all will understand The skin on the face replaced by supernatural denial A wild child Vain!