Flesh and Bone

im poking the missing pieces looking through cracks in the wall watch myself from outerspace same height from which I fall i use my words to connect the diss is a miss in terms of respect I saw you were stressed what I do next still a guess i wondered and was interested asking questions just isn't it sitting in silence when visited now I kinda feel like an idiot i seek to find the truth bias taints your outlook met demands and gave attention stole your heart you shout crook doubts threaded through this web we both weave now were headed, to which one of us will leave is there really forest? im just rolling in the leaves a resentment stopping us making love or sleep the test of time grind stone where water would want to make its home tho gray and old, I still live sold its better then feelings in my flesh and bone