Heretic

HERETIC 'Tis known you're not all there, all of the time, but I'm submissive; more than I should be; though heretic somewhat, 'twould be a crime; in my belief, you're not more than I see. My failing in your eyes, 'tis life to me, my very breath, the only way I know of reaching you, where-in I wish to be, my being not all there, I choose from Go. Please take my hand, and make our journey slow throughout our way, we'll not believe in time; 'tis but a guage, mere numbers few could know would bring the end, to life, the constant climb. And through forever, we'll not hold on Go; Monopolizing everything we know. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet