Never Be the Same
I am never to be the same again,
finding I am living a hypocrite’s lie,
my open mind is a closed, boxed in brain.
Now my sight gives me a blurred stain,
complexity in everything trying to filter in the mind’s eye,
I am never to be the same again.
Thought there as control over the whole domain,
hidden, vicious teeth, crawling, waiting for the untie,
my open mind is a closed, boxed in brain.
Sipping on the phony champagne,
preaching patience that I do not live gives a black eye,
I am never to be the same again.
Am I taking from or giving to the strain?
Understanding of all people is starting to run dry,
my open mind is a closed, boxed in brain.
When did that piece of me die?
Not even sure if I will take the time again to try,
I am never to be the same again,
my open mind is a closed, boxed in brain.
May 19, 2011
© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2011
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