My Mind
Changing my mind once again.
I know this is the best I've seen
or can remember way back when.
Questioning what's locked.
I've lost the key but found another conclusion in which I couldn't agree.
Putting faith in something unknown.
Whispers so hollow
that they chilled to the bone.
As a requirement of belief is needed sooner than now.
I'm ducking my head.
taking the finales last bow.
Copyright © Trent Kinds | Year Posted 2014
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